Every scar has a story. This is mine.
Some stories leave a mark. Mine damn near took the whole leg.
June 13, 2025 changed everything.
I was on my motorcycle when a driver ran a red light and T-boned me.
My right femur exploded on impact.
Four inches of bone were gone.
That was only the beginning.
Then came the surgeries.
Thirteen of them.
Debridements. Rods. Plates. Screws. Bone grafts.
Then came the infections.
Bacterial first. Then fungal.
Five weeks of IV antibiotics around the clock.
The infection took more bone with it.
There were surgeries where i went under not knowing if i would wake up with my leg.
So we kept fighting for it.
Then we started rebuilding what was gone.
Bone transport became the plan.
A section of my femur is being moved a fraction of a millimeter at a time, giving my body the chance to grow new bone behind it.
Somewhere in all of that, WASPbreacher stopped being a joke.
It became a place to build something out of what survived.
Not because i came through it untouched. Because I came through at all.
I’m still here. And I’m not finished.