He was a friendly, grandfatherly man, the one who first made me feel safe and heard. No longer did I have to be afraid because, along with my parents, this doctor was going to do all he could for me.
So now I come out of surgery. My father does too. We hurt, but we were in capable hands. My father is down to one kidney and I now have three. Of course, two were the problem to begin with, and I’m left with one. I’m still running on one. Thanks to those surgeons I am where I am.
His soft voice was in contrast with the brighter than bright lights he shown in my eyes. The worst pain I’d ever felt, ever, and he would find out why.
Okay, not really, but he received an A for effort from this patient.
He is not going to totally save the sight I’ve got left, but maybe someone, someday can.
He tried all he could, x-rays held high, showing the degree my spine was curving. His Dr. name sounded like my first name. He straightened me out alright.
Metal rods in. Metal rod out. I’ve got one heck of a scar running down my back, but he stopped my spine and skeletal system from crushing my lungs.
And when the pain came and did not go, those I met were mostly kind, when many couldn’t seem to understand why. That scares doctors, when they don’t know, and some put up a brave front, mostly bravado.
But there were those who were kind and gentle and non judgmental when I told them how much it hurt, my head, my scalp, my skin, tender to the touch. They did not scoff.
Medical scientists could make a baby, using modern medicine in miraculous ways. Hope replaced despair. My nephew and now my niece bring my whole family joy.
When my brother goes through more medical crap, things I can not protect him from, or travel the road exactly as he must do, leading the way in ways only a big sister can…it’s those we meet whom can make us better, but more likely they do their best.
That’s all any of us can do.
So here we are again, after last week’s
Finish the Sentence Friday,
and my idea of there possibly being more than one post to get out of the subject of the people who shape us seems to have stuck.
Things seem to happen in my family, every time she asks me to co-host.
Last time it was the birth of my niece. This time, another family medical event occurred, but I am getting back to the subject
with Kristi of Finding Ninee.
Somebody that I met changed my life, my health, and that of those I love. Somebody else did the same for my loved ones, in their moments of searching for better and for happier.
I am grateful to those medical experts and professionals who changed my life and the lives of those I love and have in my life now.
2 thoughts on “Don’t Scoff, #FTSF”
Sorry for the delay in getting over here! This is really well written and each glimpse into your life is so vivid. I knew about your kidney issues and blindness but didn’t realize you had other issues as well – that your spine and ribs didn’t crush your lungs is huge and I’m so glad you got help. Did you get the skin/scalp issue resolved as well? I hope so, and I hope your brother is okay. Thanks for hosting with me again! xo
I’ve lived with chronic pain for a long time, maybe from all the other medical issues, but nobody knows. I have figured out how to manage with it, just barely.
Thanks Kristi. It was my pleasure. XO