When my boyfriend was younger, he was involved in a car accident. He was a passenger, and he suffered some damage. He still suffers today.

That accident ripped through his leg, tearing out a quarter-sized chunk of muscle in high left thigh. Every day, in order to alleviate the pain attributed with the loss, he takes medicine.

Last Thursday he went to his doctor.

His doctor told him that his leg is undergoing nerve degeneration. Most likely, this means that he will be in a wheelchair someday, and the doctors cannot determine when. That day could be in thirty years, or possibly three.

Of course, my boyfriend did not take this news too well. He's been in a slump. He didn't tell me until later Saturday night what news his doctor had given him.

And it wasn't easy news for me, either. He and I for the most part had our future house planned out, as I want to be an architect. I decided I would do whatever I can to our future home to make it wheelchair friendly. However, that might not be necessary.

I mentioned that if it came down to it, he could get an amputation and a prosthetic leg. He wasn't shy to the idea, as he's suggested it before because of the pain his leg causes him. In fact, he almost seems excited about having a prosthetic. I can't blame him. I'd choose it over a wheelchair.

Whatever happens to his leg, we need to save money. I'm going to start cutting back on my spending (though I don't make much at the library), and he has a pretty promising opportunity for a job this summer.

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