I AM A PERSON WITH A DISABILITYSUFFERING IS A STATE OF MIND AND BEING
I LIVE IN ADAPTATION AND
OVERCOMING I EXPERIENCE LIFE
LIVING IS A JOY
The end of my life story original ended with 2011 experiences. No, of course I did not, and have yet, to be called to my “final resting place.” From 2011 up to February 2021 life has been, for the most part, humming along “NORMALLY,” in the lanes I move in.
In late 2019, I began to experience difficulty bending over to pick up things on the floor. I tried
Physical therapy and medications. These were temporary relief tools. Eventually in the Spring of 2020, I had to have my right hip replaced. Before my hip was replaced in June 2020, I had to have emergency hernia repair surgery in March of 2020. Some people say: I work too hard. That is why I have experienced 3 hernias in twenty years.
While recovering from the hernia repair, my left leg began to accumulate fluid build-up, at the top of my left thy. After my first hernia repair in 2002, the same type of fluid build-up happened on my right leg. The surgeon chose not to do anything with the build-up. Eventually the build-up shrank a bit and became hard. Because there was the same issue occurring, I was sure, there was something not medically healthy for me occurring. November of 2020, the hernia repair surgeon performed biopsies on both of my legs. This was done to rule out cancer or some other harmful medical condition.
The biopsies were negative, but during the biopsies, the surgeon nicked a lymph node line in my left thy and the incision on my right leg partially opened, creating external fluid leaking. From November 18, 2020 until February 12, 2021, I had several medical occurrences due to the undiagnosed cut lymph node line and open incision. One day I experienced severe pain and trauma in my right thy, after a medical procedure. The pain was so severe, my body curled up into the fetal position. My being was in total protective mode. Luckily I was on the hospital campus during this episode. My knowledge of the health care system and refusal to give my power of and over self to anyone else, allowed me to be taken to the proper medical location for treatment. It took forty-five minutes as I had to press the nurses in my surgeons office, to not apply what they thought was policy/practice, but understand the totality of the emerging situation in front of them. The nursing staff finally got me back to the hospital radiology department. The nurses there, needed me to get onto a stretcher from the wheelchair. I was literally frozen in trauma/pain/fear. They had to use a mechanical lifting device, to move me from the wheelchair onto the stretcher. I was given pain medication, bandages removed, and drain tube emptied to get pain/trauma relief.
The lessons learned and verified by this experience: