For the past several months, actually since the first weekend in October, I’ve been experiencing some of the most excruciating pain a back injury can offer, or at least it feels that way. Mary and I love to take walks and on Saturday mornings during the summer and into early fall, we like to walk to the farmer’s market near our home to buy our week’s supply of fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, onions, corn, and jostle and bump our way through the crowds of people on a similar mission.
On this particular October Saturday morning, I woke refreshed, got dressed, had my cups of coffee, and with my large green reusable cloth bag folded under my arm, headed off to the market with Mary. As we have many times in the past,
By the time I was at the top of the hill, I could barely walk.
For the remainder of the walk home, even though it was on level ground, every step I took triggered a sharp pain in my back that was now radiating down my leg. I was able to make it home on my own accord, but by then my back felt as if someone had hit my back with a baseball bat. My leg was cramped and felt as if it was on fire. Confused as to what was happening to me, I wondered how heavy were the bags of vegetables? Yes, they were much lighter than other things I have carried. I concluded that I must have pulled a muscle.
The long and short of it is, I did not pull a muscle, confirmed by weeks of physical therapy and then finally an MRI. The MRI clearly showed that a synovial cyst had formed in the lumbar region of my back and was pressing, without mercy on the nerves of my spinal column. The images of this offending “alien”triggered visits to the pain management clinic and a consult with a neurosurgeon.
This story is far from over, as I have a long way to go.
After ten weeks of enduring this pain, the recent transforaminal epidural steroid injection has provided me with some modest relief, while the scheduled surgery to remove the cyst is still several weeks away. It’s been a long three months. Standing is still very painful, and walking is even more painful. Getting from the couch to the bathroom and back to the sofa is quite an accomplishment for me these days as is any of the other activities of daily living that I need to perform.
Through this experience, I have learned how to create coping strategies
So, today, as I was thinking about what to write, it occurred to me that I would share my experience with you but then go on to ask you to remember the many, many people living in our communities, that are living in nursing homes, that are depending on someone to care for them. And with that said, I would ask you to remember the men and women who are providing that care.
I would ascribe to them the title as I have to Mary, “Saint.”
Through this holiday season, while many of us will be in
If you know someone who works in a nursing home, I will encourage you to thank them for what
If you work in a nursing home, then please accept my heartfelt gratitude for caring for our loved ones living in nursing homes and I