Upon rereading the postings I need to fill in some gaps, about the iv they had to redo 3 times, the physical therapy, the medical bed, the crutch, the bedpan, going up and down stairs, the progress I have made, and the way I feel. I am glad I did the surgery.
So the IV. They initially put it in my wrist. When I had to walk after the surgery with a walker, it moved the needle so much the medicine was coming out the hole on the other side..yes.. it was a trip. The lady came and moved the IV. Then it was infected or something because my whole wrist turned red. The nurse moved it one more time. This time it stuck. 3 different nurses mind you.
Now the physical therapy. Well the lady came. She gave me A +++ all the way around. She came and taught me how to go up stairs to my house, how to walk properly. I was basically given all rights to put full weight on my new leg if necessary. It was still very sore though. I had 2 big incisions in my leg with stitches that also almost got infected. See I heal faster than the 2 week time for the appointment. Those suckers were ready to come out, so I took them out myself and it felt immediately better. No can do waiting 3 more days with it feeling like that. I got clearance from the physical therapy area of the hospital.
The medical bed they dropped off at my house about 2 weeks before the surgery. It was weird having a medical bed in my house. I wanted it picked up almost immediately. I dont ever plan to need a medical bed at my home for any reason. I wont do it. My mom convinced me to keep it just until after my surgery "just in case" and I am like ok. FINE! I did it. Now I kept that thing until I had to and guess what, I had it picked up just as fast. Thank you, and yes the guys name was Chris that brought it too me. I have had a weird parallel to names that I have in my life are always the ones taking care of me. The guy that did my surgery was names Kristopher, with a k. I am like, I dont care I will take it. And it just happened to be Dr. McDreamy too. Well Dr McDreamy knows me real well now..lol. I take it as a sign that I am on the right path. The right people are taking care of me. Until I fell strongly enough, I will change care. Right now I am cool.
You should have seen me trying to use all the tools they have for you to use when you have a leg surgery. Walking with a walker, crutch, its unnatural to a person that is on the go. I have things to do man. So Christopher looks for my crutches that my uncle gave me 2 years ago when I couldnt walk and I never used it then. So now when I needed them we could only find one. So here I am hobbling around with one crutch. Its was comical to me. I used the walker like I was supposed to. I played by the rules for as long as I am supposed to. I refused to use it around my house, or in closed rooms. If I was walking long hallways, or a long stretch then fine. The twwo weeks are up and I wont use it now. People are always like, you look good. How am I supposed to look? I am not going to let my swagger go just because of some little cold. You best believe, make up on, hair did, clothes pressed, and now I havent worn my heels in a couple years, but hey heres wishin.
Now the bedpan. These fools told me to go in a bedpan. You would have laughed at me. Its not natural people. I guess if you absolutely had to. But you know what, the night of my surgery, after all that ICU crap, after all the pain and suffering, I would not use a bedpan damit. So I walked on my new leg from the very first night. I was up almost before they could get the sentence out that I could get up if I felt like I could. Hey I am about forward progress people. I cant make it happen fast enough.
So my mother lives on the second floor and there is a flight of stairs that go up to her apartment. And its about 15 steps or so. Just what I need right now. So needless to say I havent visited her for a minute. But I can do it just fine now.
Now I feel ok. My family wont let me have these long days filled with lots of crap. I dont think about it anymore. The only reminder I have that I have to do this is the doctor appointments. Pretty big reminder I know, especially as many as I have. You should see my file. It is very very thick. It takes about 10-15 minutes for any new doctor that has to see me to go through my file. I am taking the medicine like I am supposed to. Its still alot, but I have been feeling no pain. I only take what I need to take. I did medicate for the whole 2 weeks. Now I am backing off a little to see what it really feels like, not with pain meds. The end goal is the less pills the better. I have already had to up size my pill bag once.
I am glad I did the surgery. If anyone had a crack or lesion or fracture on their femur this is the same fix you would get. I have just gotten what any normal person would have gotten in this situation. I wont go down without a fight, you better believe it.
rB
About Renee and my blog!
- Renee Bravo
- Dallas, TEXAS, United States
- I was diagnosed with Stage 4 Metastatic Breast Cancer at the age of 29 years old. I am a work in progress. I am learning, growing, and trying to raise awareness for Early Detection. I believe in Girl Power and the power of Prayer. I am a mother, a wife, a strong woman in the 30th century. I have zero history in my family, and I have tested negative for the BRCA gene. I should not be facing this right now, but I am. I figure its for a reason. I decided to share my experiences more for awareness but also a place for my family to get updates. I do not send out email updates to anyone, I post it here. Here I am, I hold nothing back. If I ask anything, its to learn something from what I have been through, and make your life better because of it, treat someone better because of it, love someone more genuinely because of it. And most important of all, make sure all the women in your life have regular mammograms or MRI's. No choice. I believe 40 is too long to wait. Women today need to start early. I would love to hear or talk to any of you. God Bless.
