The night spreads its blanket over the house and the dogs have taken their places for a night’s sleep. My husband has gone upstairs to bed. All feels settled down and calm. I love this feeling where I am with my man in the moon secluded while the stars twinkle around us.
I am watching the time on my computer. Nothing to eat after midnight. I am worried and more than a little scared. With each tick of the clock I am drawing closer to the fact that tomorrow I will undergo yet another surgery. This time it is for removal of 4 discs in my neck.
I am impinged. Meaning my cervical spine is being compressed by offensive discs. They intend to cut my neck in the front, draw aside my esophagus and anything else in the way, then uncover my spine. The discs will be removed and then a tube will be placed where the discs once lived. All will be well according to the surgeon’s standard, but will it?
It’s been nearly four months of agonizing pain. Through the dawning of each day and the setting of the sun, I have lived with this pain, unrelenting and worsening as the days passed, I suffered mostly in silence. However, there have been many days and late nights where I have succumbed to loudly screaming and giving in to the waves of tears that I have held back.
I’ve taken pain pills and waited for the wash of not caring so much about the pain. The pain pills cut into the pain but does not take it away.
Will this surgery help my legs even though the cervical spine mostly controls the upper body? Will I be freed from this unrelenting and excruciating pain? Will I be able to walk with my unstable MS gait but be free of pain? Will I not care about finding a way to sit or lay in bed where I can find some relief? Will the pain of a surgery that takes 3-4 hours give way and give me back my freedom of knowing what it feels like to have little pain in my legs?
I have a million thoughts running through my head. If this doesn’t work then what, I asked my MS neurologist. He shrugged and told me to work with my pain management doctors. I looked at him and burst into tears. I can’t take this anymore.
I will have an EMG exam following the surgery and when I’m feeling up to it to try and isolate what nerve or nerves are being affected. Perhaps I won’t need this painful test?
My Take on This
There is no take on this. It is what it is. I can only wait and watch the clock ticking. I have no delusion or faith that this will work. Hope for the best? I can’t. I’m too tired to even try.
The clock ticks away. I sit here with the man in the moon waiting for then what?