It’s been a minute, how’s everybody? So let’s watch a clip of one of my favorite super heroes. Dr. Strange, coolest dude on the block. I’m all about time travel and all things quantum physics.
Credit: Movie Buff
So exactly last week I met my Neurosurgeon for the first time, after waiting 4 weeks just to see him. After speaking to me & doing some tests on my feet, he was very concerned about why my brain signals weren’t going to my feet. All my past MRIs had been of my lower back to my knees. I think he might’ve thought I had a brain or neck tumor. He ordered an MRI STAT of my upper back and neck. I was only able to get an appointment the next day, an MRI with dye that took an hour in that space capsule. Within 15 minutes his neurosurgeon assistant called me to tell me my spinal cord was being crushed and that I had spinal stenosis of the thoracic. I also needed an immediate surgery (thoracic laminectomy) that Friday! Wednesday within hours of the MRI I had a presurgery nurse call me to tell me what medications to stop and what not to eat etc. Everything was moving so fast I wasn’t given much time to take it all in. Of course, I was nervous and scared. I was more scared of going under anesthesia.
So this Dr. Strange clip reminded me of how immediate my neurosurgeon wanted to do an urgent surgery on me. He saw something on the MRI results that were serious and did something, thus saving my life in a way.
Friday came and I kept calm. My son came to help me walk and then took an Uber all the way back to school, about 50 minutes South. I went to a hospital a few minutes South of Denver, Parker, to be exact.
I told the nurses that I just wanted to go to sleep and wake up after surgery. They must’ve snuck in a pill to knock me out because the last I remember was the nurses telling each other I needed a surgery cap. Next thing I know I’m being awakened by the neurosurgeon assistant asking how I was feeling. I apparently slept longer than expected. The surgery took longer than expected because during the surgery part of my spinal cord that was attached to the bone got a hole or tore while one of the bones was being removed. The neurosurgeon had to then stitch up the spinal cord as a result. Before I was discharged from the hospital I got another MRI and it showed the spinal cord healing, but looked bruised which is expected.
After a few days, I was referred to a rehabilitation near my home. Most rehabilitations were filled up and I would’ve had to go to a rehab in Littleton which is even farther up North from my home, if none were available near me. So the ambulance ride to this rehab I’m at now was entertaining. Lol. A paramedic was teaching a student paramedic things. They joked with me the entire ride. It was my first time riding in an ambulance! They even charged my phone during the ride, so sweet.
I get 1.5 hours of Occupational Therapy once a day. Same with Physical Therapy. I’ve improved greatly, but it’s a struggle. I’ve had to deal with throbbing headaches most days. On good days I just have a bad headache. My back hurts and aches a lot. My walking has improved as well. The first time meeting a Physical Therapist I cried. It all was too much. I was in pain and my legs were so weak, I almost fell. I had to scoot on a board from the bed to the wheelchair. She was incredibly compassionate and encouraged me a lot. She said I was there to improve and that to give it time. I felt better afterwards.
I now can get out of bed using a walker to get in my wheelchair and now can use a walker to walk to the bathroom. I can stand using my own strength to stand up on my own just to brush my teeth. I’m learning how to step up to use stairs. Everyone here are so incredibly encouraging and sweet. One of the nurses said I was one of everyone’s favorite patients here at rehab. They say I’m always happy and friendly. I’m only able to be that way due to my incredible friends who have been there for me every step of the way, even on days I was suffering through so much pain. Luckily there’s this thing called Percocet that has helped me a lot.
So that’s my life. My son’s prom was last Saturday and he came in to say hello all dressed up in his suit. His bestfriend took these pictures of him after he visited me. The silver & purple ring he’s wearing is his grandmother’s. My son wears it a lot to feel that his grandmother is there with him in spirit. He says he’ll wear it on graduation day. I’ll be wearing one of her rings too on that day so I feel she’s there in spirit too.
The next day was Mother’s Day and he came to spend some time with me. Usually he makes me breakfast in bed, but sadly not this year. He made brownies & brought some for me because I’m crazy about them. Everytime we make food for each other, we tell each other we made it with love. I miss making homemade meals for my son, but discharge is next Tuesday-the day before his graduation. I’ll have to rent or buy a wheelchair to see him graduate. Seeing my son graduate has been a huge motivation for all the pain & suffering I’m going through now during rehabilitation. I want to be strong enough to see my son walk up and receive his diploma. I was sad I’ve missed other important things he’s had that I couldn’t attend the past 4 months. Today is his last day of school. I would’ve done something after school to celebrate, but we’ll celebrate later during summer. It will be a waterproof mascara day, that’s for sure for graduation day.
This morning I texted my son saying good morning & that he did it! He completed 12 years of school, that I was so proud of him & that I love him so so much. He can’t wait til I come home, he’s been missing me a lot.
I’ll be home soon baby.