Slipping Hope
I have to admit, there were some days last week, when the pain crept back, that I began to wonder if I’d ever be free from it. During these times I feel like I’m sliding back down the mountain, passing everything that I thought was progress.. I begin to doubt if I’ve really made it that far, or if it was just a mirage in the desert. Will I ever be able to make back into the real world? Or am I banished for life to the land of the invalids?
Fortunately, that was last week. I’m glad to report that the recent two cortisone shots into my back to help bring the remaining inflammation down after surgery for a severe disc herniation seem to be working. While I was in more pain for a week after the shots, I have regained strength this past week and am hopeful that the pain will continue to lessen as the doctor expects. My goal is to get to a point where I can stop taking vicodin all together in a couple of weeks. I’m down to a half pill in the AM and a half in the PM right now, from 8 full pills 2 months ago, so it could happen.
If I’ve learned anything thing during my 7 months of pain and recovery it’s that everything takes longer than I thought it would. This seems to be especially true with my situation, as it was worse than the doctors and surgeons originally thought it was. Seems I had the remains of another disc herniation pushing on the backside of the nerve. With the latest herniation pushing form the front, my nerve was sandwiched pretty good.
Bad news, or good?
Yesterday my physical therapist actually said the body takes a year after surgery to heal. With my nerve having been so compressed, it could take even longer she added. My heart sank when I heard this. A YEAR?!! That’s the first time I had heard such a timeframe. What gives?!
It’s as if all of my doctors and therapists feel that I’m not able to handle all of the truth, so dose it out a step at a time. First it was to be a 6-week recovery. Then 3 months. Then 6 months. Now 12 months?! The good news is that I’m getting pretty close to a point in which I can return to work, though I’ll still have to do a lot of standing and walking throughout the day.
Once I thought about the full 12 month recovery timeframe, though, I actually felt better. If it takes 12 months for the nerve to regain all of its abilities and for the pain to stop, that means I shouldn’t feel too badly for where I’m at right now. At 4 months post-surgery, I’m actually doing pretty well. The strength in my left calf has continued to increase and I’m able to sit for more 45-minute sessions during the day.
I feel a bit relieved that I shouldn’t expect to be healed by now. I’m only one third of the way there in terms of time. I just need to continue to do my exercises and have faith that I’ll get there. I should expect some days to be worse, but know that this is just what a natural recovery looks and feels like.
While it can get quite difficult at times to believe I will one day be back to normal, enjoying a full day without any pain or reduced mobility, all I have to go on at times is faith. That doesn’t always feel like enough. But it’s all I got, so I better keep it. I’m just getting sick of hearing George Michael sing, ‘Cause I gotta have faith.’

