This is the hardest thing I've ever had to go through and it seems like it still controlling my life and I don't doubt it for a second. I am still fighting the pain and all that but for now it's okay. My life change last year and is forever altered by the surgery. I'm trying to make the best of it and most days I just let it take over...my coping method. There is so much this pain has taken from me and I let it— mostly because it was too intense to fight it.
WHEN I FOUND OUT
I was in the hospital— 14 years old for something unrelated when the doctor came by and told me my hip was dislocated. It was a complete shock to my mom and I...who know how long it was like that...probably awhile and we never knew. 2 weeks when by and I had to see a specialist who said it was best that it stayed dislocated.
The specialist said that it would make matters worst if it was fixed and would cause more problems. I would never walk again-- not that that part mattered much and I would have to live with a dislocated hip and the pain that it brought. I was devastated.
5 YEARS LATER....
Second opinion: We had gotten X-rays which looked pretty cool if I might add and the doctor I saw after the specialist told me surgery was still an option. (Boy, I hope that wasn't too confusing.) Getting used to the pain wasn't easy everything had to change...every routine and habit cause more pain. Appointment after appointment, scans, and review it was decided June 22, 2017.
A week before the surgery I was anxious and excited. I had surgeries before but I was too young to understand the pain or remember it. No other surgeon felt comfortable doing it where I lived so we had to drive 3 hours for the operation. I did not prepare for the pain of this at all. Having CP may have some perks but what's common is hip dislocation and other problems which I got a taste of before the surgery...that's for another time.
You know how surgeons tell you to move after any operation? It's vitally important? They weren't kidding. After the surgery I went back home only to go back in the hospital a few days later. Fighting infection after infection and later another surgery. 1 month after my hip operation I had my gallbladder removed— Yay me. Note the sarcasm. Anyway, getting up and moving around was not happening which is bad all in itself. From June to early September I was in the hospital on and off. Slowly, but surely I'm getting back to myself and it feels so good to smile and mean it even, being in minimal pain is good. I'm grateful for my life and every opportunity good and bad.
WOULD I CHANGE IT?
No, why should I? It helped me. I love my life it led me to my blog. I want to tell people my story for gain perspective, advice or anything that would help. I think of my life as better and happy because it's the truth— no matter how bad the pain gets it never out ways the good.