A month has passed. I want to update this post with current pics. Original post:
I wanted to make contact prior to the full moon in Pisces taking place late tomorrow night. It’s luscious and delicious. I want to get this harsh Mars in Aries breaching the Cancer hull, Capricorn bone stuff out of the way. It’s dramatic and should be written when the sky is acute.
I’m pretty sure my surgery was an insane success. I have to judge this from my skewed perspective but one thing is for sure, it was dramatic and unexpectedly emotional for a number of people; most notably, my surgeon, who I really don’t know.
He went in the side as planned, and lifted my vertebrae off the nerves. I know this because when I woke up and they came to come help me out of bed, I was able to get out of bed on my own. It’s something, considering my iliopsoas tendon has been cut on one side, but I could to it very easily.
The PT gal and my nurse stood by waiting for me to need help, but I did not need help. Instead, I stood right up. When I felt both feet on the ground, evenly, I exclaimed, “Oh my God, he fixed my back!”
Well, they weren’t expecting that. I explained I had no back pain whatsoever. I told them I could feel the incision, period. I said that I could easily walk, which I did. I went down the hall with a walker which I did not need.
Nobody could understand this and I couldn’t understand it either because I don’t work on ortho floor or a hospital. I do know the next morning they asked me about stairs. I said I was pretty sure I could climb them. “Show me,” the gal, said. I followed her to a door that led to stairs. “Can you use them?”
Grabbing both rails. I walked down the stairs at a speed that would not bug anyone. I turned at the bottom of them. “Can you come back up?”
“Yes,” I said, “And this causes me no pain. He’s fixed my back – it is fixed, that’s why I can do this! I cannot believe he’s actually fixed this…”
She had me follow her to a PT room to get a stick-grabber and a sock-helper. We wound through the corridors. It was there, she told me I was the best spine patient she’d seen in her entire career. “Really?” I asked, stupidly. But how am I to know? “I’ve never seen a spine patient walk this far. They’re lucky to make it to the end of the first hall.”
I hadn’t seen my surgeon yet but I had seen his PA who attended the surgery. “You tell him, he fixed my back. How long did it take him?” I asked. “How long did it take him to fix this after all these years?”
“He was in there about an hour, I think”, she said.
“Well that’s insane. He’s taken away pain I’ve lived with for twenty-one years, in an hour? Someone let him know. Tell him he fixed my back and I am beyond grateful. I just can’t thank him enough. I can stand up straight now so of course I can walk.
Will finish later…
I had follow-up appointment with my surgeon last week. I reported my pain level – ZERO. I am currently trying to figure out how to live without pain. It’s been many, many years. Every day I wait up and marvel at my lack of pain. Never mind, the discrepancy between my leg lengths has been resolved.
This little thing here is all it took to fix me. Talk about Pluto and little things meaning a lot. It’s the SPACE, I’d like you to note. It looks glorious to me. Those two vertebrae were bone on bone, crushing nerves. Look at all that space! No wonder, I was able to get up and walk around after surgery. That’s a picture of someone without a back problem!
My surgeon took me from being a person with a back no one would touch, to a person with a back no one needs to touch! I still have a curve in my back. I understand, post fusion, the other vertebrae tend to go wonkers. But I don’t think this is going to be the case for me, in the foreseeable future. I was going to be a gnarled old troll; instead I can walk in a room, and stand tall.
It is nearly unbelievable, my life and my future could be changed so completely, post these surgeries. This was the sixth spine surgeon I consulted about my back.
Never give up!