Praise be, Captain!

So the Doc sez you won't sing like ye used ter, eh? shucks, maybe it'll be BETTER! This time next year perhaps you'll be on tour with the Irish Tenors... (Now that I'd like t' see!).

We can empathise somewhat with the patience called for in the recovery process; a couple of weeks ago a nasty hole opened up in the side of me right foot - looks like it took a #00 buckshot, although we don't recall getting in anyone's line of fire - and it hurt like the devil. It's getting treated but I'm supposed to stay off of it and out of work for a couple of weeks. Nothing as ominous as what you've had to deal with, to be sure; the worst that could happen is that the leg rots off and we whittle up a good stout maple or mahogany peg to prop me carcass up on. Now that'd surely be a fine thing to keep time on the deck with, wouldn't it?
Unlike your singing, however, my dancing never was worth a damn to begin with.
Someone suggested that I bore out the anticipated peg-leg and rig it up like a fife; that way I could cock up me leg and play a festive tune on it now and again.
Say; with you singin' lead, me on the musical pegleg, a bull-fiddle and a one-armed banjo player, we'd be a helluvva show, eh?
"...You can have the D.O.W.; jest gimie back my LEG!!!"

Full steam ahead there, Skipper; it appears that a pretty good sized fleet o' Folkies is come along side t' hoot the whistles & ring the bells fer ye - not to mention a couple standin' by t' lob ye a hawser and lend a tow should the need arise!