BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 171
My leg was so badly damaged, I later learned, the doctors were positive beyond
doubt they‟d never save it. An amputation was planned. Inadvertently, my Dad came to
my aid without intending to help me. They put me in a hospital bed in ICU, all the while
knowing my leg had to come off as soon as I was strong enough for surgery.
Since I was only sixteen, I had no voice in the matter. Parental consent was
mandatory. Because my injuries were so serious, and were no longer immediately life
threatening, it required both parents‟ signatures. “Fast Fred” chickened out. He didn‟t
even have the balls to take part in the discussion, let alone sign to okay it.
A premier orthopedic surgeon, Richard Pomeroy, MD, was brought in the night of
the accident, so I was his patient. He also had a young doctor joining in his practice who
would soon assume it entirely, Harry D. Allis, MD. They were both, in my opinion,
stellar surgeons and excellent physicians in every respect.
After they‟d tried numerous times to speak with my Dad, all to no avail, Dr.
Pomeroy came to speak with me. His intention was to tell me what I faced and have me
convince my old man to sign the forms. It seemed they had another problem to deal with.
A brand-new problem. Very deadly.
I‟d noticed something wrong after a few days, and continually asked Mom why
the neighbors were burning garbage all the time. Even at night, for God‟s sake. It stunk
like hell, and I was getting pretty damned sick of it, I explained. I‟d already gone through
a few cans of antiperspirant spray. Right Guard. I‟d spray it all over my room, but it
only lasted a short time before that heathen stench assaulted my nostrils again. I even
had my buddies bring me a few extra cans of Right Guard so I wouldn‟t run out. The
smell was nauseating.
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