Today has been tough. Very tough, uber-tough even. And it is hard to know where to begin, so maybe let's start around 9am....
I had a CT scan at the Wellington Hospital. Minor panic when they couldn't find my records, massive panic when I got changed and went into the scanner room. Did I ever mention I was claustrophobic? Probably...
I survived the scan, notwithstanding the tears flooding down my face. And then to a consultation with Mr Tucker who is increasingly lovely - today we laughed about him cycling to Paris this week for Action Medical Research - and I offered to find him more sponsorship....
Long story short and all that - he thinks there may be some intercostal nerve damage. If this is being caused by a screw then removal of the metalwork on the right hand side of my spine may be the answer. Opening up my scar in this way will also allow him to check the fusion is solid - the CT scan did suggest it is healing well - and that, along with leaving the other rod in place, is reassurance that my spine won't start to curve again.
So more surgery - but not until the autumn. I have work commitments including the Greenbelt Festival that I want to fulfil.
I thought long and hard about blogging the many other issues that arose today but decided against it. This isn't an easy journey and many of us on this road will have experienced ups and downs, good days and horrendous ones. Sometimes it is best to draw a line, look forward and move on with faith, hope and optimism.
Instead I will draw my own line in the sand here and fall into bed full of chocolate and red wine ... :-)
xxxx
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