It's been a week and a half since I wrote about the potential of having a spinal fusion next year. A week and a half of time for me to do more research and really think on it. As long as my insurance approves everything, my decision is made. I'm doing it. It's time. How do I know? Because on and off for probably 22 years whenever surgery was mentioned I was hell bent on saying no. I was terrified. If you tried to convince me to do it, I would argue back. It. Was. NOT. Happening.
Now though? Now I'm at peace. Of course there are risks and I know there can be complications. I know it will be far from a cakewalk to recover from it. I'm not scared though. Hello! Girl with epic anxiety here, and I'm not scared! That's how at peace I feel about it. Granted, the surgery is a good 10 months away, and I know anxieties will creep in. I may get nervous and scared at some point, but this is huge for me.
It's not the surgery itself that even makes me all that nervous (although having someone drill into your vertebrae isn't necessarily something you want someone doing to you), because I'll be out. I'll have no memory of being under for 8+ hours. The recovery is what has hung me up even more in the past. A week in the hospital, 3 months of major recovery and up to a year or more to feel fully recovered. Plus there's a risk of nerve damage so I may have some numb or new areas with shooting pains until they heal (which can take a year or two).
All that said, the risk is worth it because I've tried everything else and I'd rather take the chance that I'll have less daily pain than I have now.
I think the key to a successful healing is going to be following the doctor's orders completely (and not pushing myself to do more like I generally do), and to stay positive. I know it won't be easy, but I think a good attitude can help you have an easier recovery.
I have realized that my daily quality of life is not what it used to be. I complain so much more than I used to about it. It affects the activities that I do. I don't even think I can bowl anymore without wrenching it pretty badly. Just walking hurts. I'll still push myself to walk some days, but I've been in more pain since going to the Dells because we walked 10k+ steps each day. Inclines really get me. Not sure why, but it's not fun.
I've started waking up each day and thinking, "A year from now I should be recovering and hopefully starting to find some relief." I realized that for once I am feeling something I haven't felt in a really long time. Hope.
I'm dreaming of the things I could do if the surgery goes well and I have good results from it.
Things like:
- walking more than a mile without sharp stabbing pains
- going back to the Rocky Mountains with my sister and going on long hikes
- carrying in my groceries without pain
- standing in a line or just standing up for longer periods of time without fighting the pain and wanting to burst into tears
- running a 5k. You read that right. Maybe pain free Rachel would actually like to run. Probably not, but I wouldn't know. Just one. That's all I want to do to prove to myself I could do it.
- going a day without saying, "OW! My back and hips are KILLING me"
- going on the Amazing Race (okay...maybe not, but I've always wanted too, and I knew my back would stop me.) It's fun to dream. And let's face it...I'd probably roll my ankle within the first 5 minutes of filming anyway.
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