That's What It's All About

As you know from a previous post, the long term side effects of pelvic radiation continue to arise in my life. Here I am eight years later and five years longer than expected still roaming on around on planet earth. And far be it from me to complain about it as it continues to amaze me on the daily. I mean what’s a little avascular necrosis of the femur head in the scheme of things. My femur heads are just dead, that’s all. I have approached it like all my side effects. I remind myself it’s not cancer. It’s not cancer. It’s not cancer. See? It looks so nice written down and repeated.

A dead femur head can start to hurt and eventually limit your ability to move properly, which mine did. The right side needed to be replaced, so on June 15th, a mere 10 days into grand-motherhood, I underwent total hip replacement. I was very optimistic about my surgery and recovery. After all, I had endured a lateral thoracotomy, so honestly, how bad could it be? I tried to watch the procedure on YouTube and got as far them dislocating the hip and when they started the saw to cut off the rotten bone I couldn’t watch anymore and decided ignorance is bliss. They do total hips every day in my city. There are all kinds of people walking around with them. Even the elderly seem to do quite well post operatively so why would I be different? For those that have been reading my musings for the last eight and a half years you might think I am less than self aware, as my path to today has never been easy. But I beg of you to let me go on believing that one of these times things will be easy for me and I will respond like the norm. I thought I would be up on my feet easily walking in two to three short weeks and able to enjoy my new granddaughter the remainder of my time off. Perhaps a bit too optimistic but regardless it was my attitude as I was wheeled to the operating room and I willingly submitted to the anesthesia even with the knowledge that people that knew me would see me naked and know that yes, I have cellulite on my butt and thighs. I didn’t care. I wanted the pain to stop and this was the way. And I guess if the people you know and work with, people that love you, want to judge your body while you sleep then let them. I frankly didn’t care.

A few hours later my brand new hip was in place and I was awake barfing into a square, mauve bucket in the recovery room. The pain was not the worst I had ever felt, but it was pretty bad. It was a steady nine on the pain scale. I asked for drugs and I got them at a regular flow. My care was excellent even though I discovered they had used some tape on my dressing despite the fact that I am allergic to all adhesives. I scolded them about that and held fast to a feisty “can do” attitude as they got me out of bed for the first time tearing open the blisters formed under the tape. After that my weeping open areas stuck to every sheet, gown and pad placed under me. I had a wound drain and Foley catheter that they hung on my walker as they clung to a gait belt buckled about my waist and urged me to take my first tentative steps. It was painful and difficult, much more than I had anticipated. My surgeon had explained to my husband after the surgery that my tissues and nerves were definitely damaged by the radiation I had received in 2010 and my recovery could be challenging. But by Monday I was tired of being there so in spite of the pain and the blessing of around the clock care when my orthopedic doc poked his head in the door I asked “How does a girl get out of this place?”. He just laughed and informed me I had to be able to go up and down steps. I told him to bring it on. PT came for me shortly and took me on the longest walk I had been on down the hall and up the next to find the steps. After brief instructions I hauled my “package” up and down those steps. As I was taking the long walk back to my room I passed my doctor as he exited another patient room. “Done.” I said. “Dismissed.” was his reply. Later that morning I went home.

My recovery did not go as I had planned. It was hard. At two weeks post op when I went to get my staples out, I was still relying heavily on my walker for balance and support. They told me to keep walking. At my six week visit I was using a cane, but limping horribly. I cried in the doctor’s office. “Why am I not better? How can I return to work next week?” My doc’s PA chuckled and gently told me I was right where I needed to be and then when the doctor came in he gave me more time off and permission to drive. Eventually, at nine weeks post op, I started gait training with physical therapy and although I am still using a cane, I have returned to work as well.

In retrospect my hip replacement has been a lot like that old wedding, “original line dance”, the Hokey Pokey. I am about to plant an ear get ready!   “I had my right hip in. They took my right hip out. They put my right hip in” - and I still have to figure out how to - “shake it all about” - so I can - “do the Hokey Pokey and turn myself around.” Because truly, “That’s what it’s all about!”

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Wow 😮My PT wants me to go back to see another orthopedic doctor about my hips. I am fearful of pain, but I manage activity with pain which limits me. 9 weeks is quite a while for healing. I fear a hip replacement is in the future, but am concerned about healing. I am glad to hear you are up and moving. No cancer is a great thing, but radiation is the gift that keeps on giving.
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Guurrlll! You know it!
I've got the same and don't have youth on my side...we'll see, worth considering!
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I am feeling this kind of stuff in my hips. I have been so naive...I have thought you finish treatment cancer doesn’t come back and things are great. I’ve have been scanned for bladder cancer and my hip joints have issues. Thank you for sharing, I need to share how I am feeling with my DR. I always thought it was a part of my life maybe I can do something about it😀. BTW I love your writing much love to everyone 💜
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Thanks Ginger! I just say what’s in my heart and on my mind. Not always the best trait lol
Definitely need a laugh button and a cry button! HANG IN THERE!!!! You are amazing!
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Wishing you complete healing, Michele!
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Michele you are my hero.. I think about you all the time and when I do I get strength.. I never have a CT that I don't think of those hands of yours while I lay getting a CT and I get my strength to "just do" whats next....God bless you ... I pray in Jesus name to completely heal you.. no more pain .. and peace happiness and love abundantly..hugs and love and always prayers Sabina
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WTH- you were awake when the buzz saw was running? I wouldn't have been conscious 5 seconds! May you keep healing up, and enjoy being a grandparent!
Papa John
PS: do you have a nickname Gram?
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On YouTube John, on YouTube. I was self educating prior to the procedure lol. They call me Grammy around these parts!
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Congrats Grammy! Papa needs his reading glasses about the YouTube part! 😁
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Sounds pretty awful, Michele! I hope it continues to heal and eventually you feel it was worth it. I’m not looking forward to having this in my future, but I fear it probably is. Thanks for your great writing, once again!
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You always write so eloquently & even though you have had a hard time, you continue to amuse. It is good to hear from you and I am sure the Hokey Kokey will be there soon. Let us know. Hugs Annabelle
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'chelle!!! I'm walking around here, tidying up the house with an ear worm now ("🎶you put your left foot in, you put your left foot out🎶), lol. Very brave of you. In the medical field you see a lot, but it's another thing to watch your own surgery. I did see my friends necrotic hip and that bone was almost black. When I went for my first meeting with the oncologist in 2012, he told me how far tx had come and that "we're even curing Stage 4". I never forgot that statement; it's embedded. I think of you and others I know or know of and I say Amen.🙏🏻👍🏻😘
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Thank you for your kind words! P.S. I watched someone else’s surgery on YouTube. Tried to educate myself and ended up grossed out! Lol.
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Michele, I am glad you are being totally honest about what you've been through. I may be in that same position some day myself, and I think it's best to be totally prepared. I'm glad you are finally getting PT and are back to work. I think recovery is all about taking baby steps! I'm not a physical therapist, but worked in a couple of PT clinics for many years and I have seen people recover from hip replacements just fine. I hope you are one of those people! Healing hugs to you, my friend!
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Me to Martha! I know I won’t be able to continue on working if things don’t change for me. I have to gat stronger! As always, thanks for the kind words!
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Prayers for your continued healing!! Thanks for the laugh at the end!! Glad your spirit is not broken!! Keep on doing the Hokey Pokey!!! Hugs and prayers!!!
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Hi Michele, sounds as though you have done brilliantly in the circumstances. I htink in 'ordinary' circumstances 6 weeks recovery is pretty usual. (My son, aged 41 had his hip replaced last week. I'm sure he will be impatient to get back on his feet fully.) You are amazing. xx
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