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slow road back

I admit I lost energy,  to even write in my blog.  Days just seem to plod along, sometimes up, sometimes down.  It is taking what seems like an interminable time to feel well, really well, for any length of time.  Just when I think I’ve made it,  have one really good day, I awake the next morning feeling tired and grow more and more weary throughout the day.  The shortness of breath seems very pronounced during those times.

More people have impressed on me how lucky I am to be alive.  For me, I am really getting it … how valuable good health is.  I know I took mine for granted.  Now the days I feel well, I try to savor the moments, see the beauty around me, really drink it all in.  For the first time, life in general seems vulnerable.  You never know, eh!


90 days since broken hip surgery – Today

The river outside my door

Today is a milestone – exactly 90 days since surgery.  I am happy to say I am on my two feet … using a cane on longer walks, but forcing myself to use my two legs only around the house.

The weather is superb and entices me to walk by the river.

I am overcoming the complications … my  breathing is improved … today is a very fine day.

The days are long – the years are short – the best reason for living one day at a time

I’ve heard the worn-out cliche  many times – live one day at a time.  For the past two weeks plus I have breathed and lived this message.  It is not really so empty in the grand scheme of things.  Waking up hour by hour all night from shortness of breath drives home the frailty that is our life – breath in, breath out, not even do we live in days, but minutes.   Each new day, in the moment of awakening, feels like a miracle has erupted.  What did the comedian say … Wake up with pure impertinence  in the morning, look around, feel your fingers, stretch your toes and rejoice loudly, “I’m back!”

All this happens when you are called to wonder frequently what your inner body is up to.  What is going on with the major organs, the vital life-giving blood system, the creeky suspicious pains that sneak around to taunt your fears.  This is the stuff of surgical complications and it has a worthwhile message.

It has been a good lesson.  I have lain awake thinking of all the joys I have encountered, the lucky person I am, the love that surrounds me.  I have also tossed and turned feeling terrified and afraid.  Where does blackness lead?  What might be next?

Life brings it when we least expect it.  So, yes, start living one day at a time.  Savor it, revel in it and don’t miss one tiny tidbit of the joy in it.  You won’t be sorry when you need comforting thoughts in the depth of the night.

Frightening complication after hip surgery

Well, I haven’t been on for awhile and there is a reason.  Remember how I mentioned that I had incredibly sore muscles in the back of my injured leg as I was recovering.  Well, let me tell you, if that happens to you see a doctor immediately.  I used hot water bottles and nursed my leg never suspecting anything.  A big mistake.  A major complication of surgery was stealthily creeping through my body.

While visiting my doctor, not the surgeon, on an entirely different matter, I happened to mention that I had noticed some shortness of breath during the night before.  He began to question me, examined my injured leg, which was always a little swollen, at that point.  Immediately he ordered a blood test.  The outcome … learned after chest x-rays, CT scans and leg ultrasounds …. is I have clots in both lungs and two in my leg.  At least I did … I have been on medication for over one week.  Such a scary time.  Blood tests every second day … emergency visits twice.  And this all happened in the ninth week after leaving hospital.

Surgery for a broken leg is very serious and I am just learning how high the death rate is during the first year following the injury.  Did you know the death rate is 20 to 36%, depending on age?  Just the day before visiting my general practitioner, I had met with the surgeon.  From his perspective everything was perfect, the bone was ‘healed’ and only required strengthening.  But as I see now, there is so much more to it then the healing of the bone!  I’ll keep you posted.  Has anyone else dealt with similar problems?

Eight weeks after surgery on my broken hip – a ways to go

Well, the eighth week was not what I was hoping.  Wouldn’t it be great to see the end of pain and challenge, at least, somewhere in sight.  Not yet.

What am I noticing?  First, the muscle in the calf and under the knee is tight and very painful for walking.  Even though I am able to use a regular cane, I am hobbling more now than last week.  I’m guessing it is the stretching of a muscle that has atrophied somewhat.   The only thing that helps with the pain is a hot water bottle.  In fact, I now have three hot water bottles and they are in use pretty consistently.  The foot swells as well, so I work the leg with a walk then nurse it by sitting on the bed, leg propped up with an oh-so warm and comforting water bottle.  I wrestled with this pain for about three days.  Now it has abated and I’m guessing the muscle has strengthened.  First hurdle of this period, overcome.  On we go.  I am remembering the physiotherapist said 9 months.  I had chosen to hear the six week prognosis.  Oh well.

The Root of the Osteoporosis Problem

I have been doing a lot of interesting reading since I’ve been locked in with this broken leg.  It’s becoming more and more obvious that osteoporosis is about diet alright, but it’s not just about calcium.  It is much more holistic than that.  More and more research seems to be pointing to the acidification of the blood, because of diet.  That acidification makes the body literally suck calcium from the bones in order to neutralize the blood, which is the most critical need of the moment for the body.  Of course, over time, that is deadly for the bones, even though it saves the body in the moment.

Many scientists feel our physical bodies have not evolved to catch up with our modern diet.  Picture your body as a car, that was designed to function on all-natural, organic, fuel.  The car is a living, breathing machine not unlike the human body. For 1 million years, this car has been using fuel such as:

water / seeds / nuts / grasses / herbs / roots / fruits / vegetables / cereals.

THAT’S the fuel it is used to.

MOREOVER, THAT’S the fuel its entire system is based upon. It was MADE from that stuff.

Then, suddenly, after 1,000,000 years… that car switches over to  –  for the last 100 years  –  a new, modern mixture of:

sugar /  sweets / biscuits / crisps / chocolate / coffee / coca-cola / fats & oils /  cigarettes / alcohol / vinegar / pharmaceutical drugs  / chemicals, pesticides, and preservatives (loads of them) / etc.

What do you think would happen to this ‘vehicle’?  Gives one pause, doesn’t it?

Broken leg recovery – graduating to a cane

Six weeks since surgery and my biggest breakthrough has been starting to use a quad cane.  Letting go of the walker was a triumphant moment.  Albeit I am much slower with the cane, but I can sense that my leg is handling more weight and that should speed up recovery.

The best design for my cane turned out to be a four legged (quad) model called HuGo.  It has a solid four-pronged base and I have already started to feel secure with it.  Of course, while in transition, I was shaky and it took some time to find the rythmn but slowly HuGo and I are moving in unison.

So the six week marker finds me feeling about 92% physically strong, so close to regaining all my energy; on my feet, now with a cane.  The discourgement factor still strikes daily, especially when I find myself moving with such painstaking slowness.   Improvement is a turtle, but at least we’re in the race.