tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995161822583797072024-03-13T19:13:59.042-07:00Sticks & StonesChronicling my journey living with Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA): looking back at what brought me here, processing the here and now, and considering the future.megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-17619919411710355982019-09-15T16:46:00.000-07:002019-09-15T16:46:04.510-07:00Can't escape the pain<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It's been over a year since my surgery. I've halfheartedly started a few blog posts, but didn't get anywhere with them. In my experience, when I need to post the most is precisely when I don't post. That would continue to be true for the past 12 months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Post-op a year ago everything was just ducky. Good recovery. Took lots of time to make sure I was strong before heading back to work. And then. Then the pain started in October, it increased through November and December and took a turn for the worse just before Christmas. Then I knew things were bad that even with pain meds - Tramadol for the most part - I was waking up with pain in the night, and was looking forward to my 4 hour window so I could take another dose. Then I graduated to Dilauded and have been there ever since. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I sought a second opinion in March at the Hand and Upper Limb clinic at St. Joseph's hospital in London, ON (the not exciting London). The doctor had some good ideas about specific nerves and damage to them, but in the end, after trying a few options with no results I had a come to Jesus moment about my health and pursuit of a source to my shoulder pain. I just couldn't journey down the path any longer. I just didn't have the energy anymore to find the source of the pain. My fight was over. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I talked to my shoulder doc about one last biopsy to ensure there was no infection and then hanging up the gloves. He agreed. Results showed no infection. I asked for a referral to pain management clinic and I'm now on the waiting list. Still taking my dilauded every 4 hours, still in pain. Still in a shitty mood due to the pain more often than I'd like to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If you'd told me 10 years ago I'd be here, I would never, ever have believed it. It's been a death by a thousand cuts, I'm the frog in the boiling water, it's the slow and sure diminishing of my spirit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I spent all of my <a href="https://butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/" target="_blank">spoons</a> on Friday (and tapped into much of Saturday's supply) going to City Folk music festival here in Ottawa. A couple of my favourite bands from university were playing and I was determined to make it through. I jacked myself up on some extra steroids, put on my comfy shoes and headed out to see Live, Bush and Our Lady Peace. While OLP didn't play <a href="https://youtu.be/-Uo_0fozJoU" target="_blank">Thief</a>, I re-discovered the song while I was listening to their music in the week leading up to the concert. They talk about a thief living inside of someone's head, it's based on a young girl with a brain tumor, and the thief stealing her life away. You can see why this song spoke to me. RA is taking more and more away from me, and I don't really have a good plan to get any of it back.</span><br />
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To add to the list, my shoulder is now declaring itself done, and my pain has increased noticably. so much, that I am Googling pain scales to accurate encapsulate how much it hurts. I'm putting my pain at a solid 5 right now with some days at 4 and others at 6. </div>
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I've been providing a pain number at rheumatology, neurology and orthopedic appointments for years. They ask you to provide a number between 1 and 10 rating your pain, without any cues or clues as to what constitutes a 1 or a 10. And I think I've been doing it all wrong all along, and under-rating my pain.<br />
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I can clearly recall my 9. It was a few surgeries back, and they had taken bone from my hip to graft to my shoulder. For that surgery, I didn't want a nerve block (too many past issues), so I was at the mercy of the IV pain meds they were pumping into me. My pain reached the "worst possible pain you can imagine" and since then I've adjusted my pain scale and compared everything since then to those few awful hours in recovery as my pain was out of control. </div>
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To address my increased pain, I spoke with my rheumatologist and she provided me a prescription for Dilaudid as the Tramadol and Tylenol 1's were not sufficiently addressing my pain, and I still had 3 weeks to go until surgery. The Dilaudid is helping my pain, however my emotional state is a whole other matter.<br />
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One of my coping mechanisms has been to drink more tea. It seems the correlation between increased pain and tea consumption is 100%. There is something soothing about tea that calms me, provides some caffeine and forces me to slow down for a few minutes and regroup. This simple exercise is one of the several non-medical ways I try and manage my pain. I've also been working from home in the afternoon for the past several weeks, which allows me to lie down for 20 minutes to rest. Plus the added comfort of being at home, in comfy clothes hanging out with my puppy provides some measure of soothing to my frayed body and emotional state.<br />
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I've been listening to playlists from Google Play. A lot of comfort music, which can be categorized as Alternative Hits from the 90s. I came across OAR's "<a href="https://youtu.be/U61v5eyxr54" target="_blank">Shattered</a>" and it seemed appropriate for my current state.<br />
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megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-31841071756141490512018-04-21T18:11:00.001-07:002018-04-21T18:11:53.860-07:00Nothing to say <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m having another shoulder surgery. There, I said it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As it turns out, there is space around the base plate of my
socket on my right shoulder, and is likely moving, causing me pain. The good
news, is that there is a source of my pain and it is mechanical, therefore –
theoretically - fixable. I’m a bit a cynic when it comes to my expected
surgical outcomes. Surgery hasn’t always gone according to plan. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nerve damage. Inability to move my arm. Infection. Failed
surgery. Increased pain. Loss of range of motion. Just to name a few. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They will take bone from my hip and move it into my shoulder
to build up the bone stock. And then put me back together. A few surgeries back
I had bone removed from my right hip. The pain from my hip was almost as bad as
the shoulder, and quite memorable in the intensity and duration. Post-op I had
a cane and a sling. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was quite the
sight and it was a really rough recovery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In weighing out the risks versus benefits of tackling
another surgery, the counterbalance is pain. I can’t continue to live with the
pain that I have right now. I’m not interested in this level of pain for an
indefinite period of time. My shoulder will not magically get better on it’s
own – I know that for sure. That leave my choices at pain or surgery. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m picking surgery because I still have hope. I still
believe there is a better shoulder out there for me, hopefully one that lasts more
than 2.5 years. I thought I’d found it in 2015, but it seems there is another
fork in my road, and I have another surgery to go. I’m only 42. I can’t give up
yet, and – more importantly – it’s not in my nature to give up. I can be quite
tenacious and headstrong, and with my RA, this seems to be serving me well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A fragment of a lyric was stuck in my head, and I managed to
work it out the song and the band. My taste in music is quite diverse, and it
include some a fantastic punk bands called Green Day. Before you don’t follow
the link as you are not interested in having your ears blown out, this is one
of their more mellow tracks – <a href="https://youtu.be/r94XL4hNr7E" target="_blank">Good Riddance</a>. I’m at another fork in my road and
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<br />megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-25467579778045354702018-04-07T17:06:00.003-07:002018-04-07T17:06:32.112-07:00Sheer will is not enough<br />
Have I ever really acknowledged that I'm sick? That my ability to move through life is any different than the "average" person. No, not really. I've just barreled through life assuming I could keep going - often out of sheer will. But the fatigue of 26+ years in this battle is taking over, and sheer will is failing me.<br />
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For the first time I can recall, I'm going on a business trip and not extending it by at least a day to see the local sights. I'm off to our Reading, UK office, which is about an hour train ride from London. And I didn't book an extra day to wander around, as I'm utterly exhausted from the pain in both my feet and my shoulder, and the thought of expending that kind of energy is too overwhelming for me right now.<br />
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This feels like a tipping point for me. Usually I'll just try my best, dope myself up with appropriate medication, and give it a go. This time I gave up before I tried. I'm really tired from trying and trying and trying to have a "normal" life, which I define as a life where I can do everything I want.<br />
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My colleague was describing my latest surgery adventure to her husband, and she kept describing me as having lots of hutzpah. I like that word. It says to me that there is a certain amount of spunk and determination.<br />
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I feel my determination slipping away, as it is no longer enough. I may have finally realized that I'm not like everyone else, I can't just do everything I want and I am starting to take my disease more substantially into consideration when making plans. And the scary thing - to me - is that I'm no longer angry. I'm just sad. And resigned and seem to have lost my fight a little. I'm overwhelmed by my life right now, and extra energy to put on a good front or push ahead is simply not available.<br />
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The first song that came to mind was "<a href="https://youtu.be/EUsbpmQ9-mc" target="_blank">Bulletproof</a>" by La Roux. Perhaps next time I can be bulletproof and do whatever the hell I want without accounting for my RA.megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-3194986963797938142018-02-24T19:55:00.004-08:002018-02-24T19:55:56.200-08:00I hope you feel better tomorrow, momIt's been a bit of an uphill battle since my surgery 10 days ago. The pain is not really subsiding, I'm certainly worse off than I was pre-surgery and this has been a tougher than expected recovery. I've had some weird side effects that I'm still sorting through - several of which make me think that I really do have an infection. Monday - when I receive my results - can't come too soon.<br />
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This is all substantially easier to manage than the emotional "hope you feel better" comments I'm getting from my kids. They don't know what to say, they want me to feel better, and this is their best way to express their concern and genuine hope that I will feel better.<br />
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If I've never said it before, let me be clear, I have awesome kids. They are kind, witty, smart and compassionate. Chelsea is 10 now, and I had my first shoulder replacement when she was 2 and Patrick was 4. They've only ever known me in and out of shoulder surgery. The questions and answers have changed over the years, and I've been honest with them as best I can without scaring them. Kids need to know parents are both human and superheroes at the same time. I can be sick, but I will duel to the end with my arch enemy (RA) and I will win. Kids need to know that, they need the reassurance of our permanence.<br />
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Tonight I was watching a movie with Chelsea, and she asked how I was (I looked a little slumped and in pain, which I am) and I said I was just ok. She then commented that I'd had a big day and it made sense I didn't feel good. She knows that me overdoing it equates to pain and fatigue - not really in those words, but the concept is there.<br />
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How do I tell them that I will never get better tomorrow? I may feel better, but that my health trajectory is likely heading downwards, not upwards. Not to be negative or hopeless, but I have a chronic condition that does not currently have a cure. I've been in a steady decline of my health in the past few years between the surgeries, failed medications and increased pain. My "tomorrow" does not appear to be any day soon.<br />
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I was listening to sad acoustic covers (that is actually a playlist on Google Play) and came across "<a href="https://youtu.be/91E8Bf6Z8jw?t=8s" target="_blank">Lean On</a>" which is normally a dance track, but I liked this acoustic cover. And until I feel better, I'm glad I have them to lean on.<br />
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megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-55374252991219341612018-02-14T04:12:00.001-08:002018-02-14T04:12:12.601-08:00It's just a little surgeryIs any surgery a "little" surgery? Is it fair to say it's "just" day surgery? Have my expectations for what a "real" is surgery risen so high that my upcoming surgery will escape my notice?<br />
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There are no little surgeries. Each surgery is an event unto itself with various emotions, pain, problems and potential outcomes. While my surgery on February 14th is a day surgery, I feel the weight of it, in particular as the date draws nearer. I'm moving into familiar pre-surgery emotions and routines. I'm sleeping poorly, I'm stressed, I'm trying to tie off everything at work, I'm emotional, I'm sad and I'm feeling pretty fragile overall.<br />
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In the past couple of weeks my pain has increased to a point where pain meds are starting at 10 am not mid-late afternoon and there are multiple doses in a day. I'm woken up by pain in my shoulder and I think I can feel the joint may be slightly warmer than the surrounding area. All this to say, I'm mentally preparing myself for there to be an infection, even though this is possibly the worst outcome.<br />
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I’ve been listening to some of my favourite music from the 90s lately; it’s a source of comfort. Specifically, I’m back to listening to a long-standing Canadian rock band 54-40. They put out an album in 2016 of their greatest hits re-imagined. I love it. In particular, their newest version of “<a href="https://youtu.be/G8_z6vgG7BQ" target="_blank">Lies to me</a>”. The lyrics open with “What is wrong with me, am I supposed to be happy all the time?” That is a good summary of my current state.<br />
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<br />megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-67620502106989651822018-01-28T12:23:00.000-08:002018-01-28T12:23:02.430-08:00Strategic DetachmentI talked about this concept with my late friend Jon Penner from work. He was in the military for many years before moving to a career as IT professional and a civilian life. We met through work, I was his HR Advisor. We just seemed to hit it off despite our very different backgrounds.<br />
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I've tried to tell myself I'm dealing with this well by taking it one step at a time, and not looking too far into the future. But I don't think I'm fooling anyone. I'm just putting off the avalanche of anger, frustration and fear that is coming. I can't plan any further than the end of February. That March break trip we were going to take? Nope, on hold. That business trip to our London, UK office? Nope, unknown if I'm going. </div>
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My RA is not well controlled right now. My pain is not well controlled. My emotions are not surfacing. This can only spell trouble for someone as emotional as I am. There is most likely a shit storm of emotional upheaval in the making and I'm not looking forward to it surfacing. I've not even cried about the fact I'm having another surgery. I'ts like it was inevitable and I'm accepting it. I've detached myself from the upcoming surgery as a survival mechanism.<br />
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I've been listening to melancholy music to match my mood. This time it's Blue Rodeo and one of their classics from the 90s "<a href="https://youtu.be/CKcZsBLS17U" target="_blank">Till I am Myself Again</a>". I'm not feeling myself these days, but I know as the surgery date comes closer I'm sure this detachment will fade away and I'll be back to myself.</div>
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megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-45362100722948543912017-11-18T18:44:00.001-08:002017-11-18T18:44:39.162-08:00Feeling a little lesser<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It's hard to describe that slow slide into old habits. You just
start behaving differently and within a few days, a week, a couple of weeks,
it's the new normal. Only after some pause and reflection that you realize this
is not how your life was a month or two ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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"O" at the General Hospital here in Ottawa yesterday. I reluctantly
made the appointment to see my shoulder surgeon, and trudged off at the
appointed time this afternoon. In making and attending this appointment, it was
an acknowledgement that the pain in my shoulder was a) real, b) substantial
enough to do something about, and c) something I need help with. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I really like my surgeon. We
have a good relationship, as well we might after nine surgeries together. We
had a good discussion about how long this has been going on (6-7 weeks), what
kind of pain is it (throbbing, sandpaper-y), when am I experiencing pain (it
seems to be escalating, as in it is starting to become more prominent earlier
in the day and sticks around until bedtime), what I've been doing (mostly pain
meds and less activity) and what do to next (here comes the crappy part).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Neither of us is super keen to
open up my joint. For those of you just joining my blog, I've had two
infections on past shoulder surgeries and I'm not keep to open up my joint to
the possibility of another one. My x-rays showed the hardware looks good, and
seems to be solidly in place. Given I've only had pain for the past 6-7 weeks,
a wait-and-see approach is not a bad option. I'm on pain meds daily - the
variety, frequency and quantity change daily. I have some good days, and some
bad days. No real causation that I can determine between my good days and bad
days, my activity and my meds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The downside of wait-and-see is
that I'm in pain, daily. I will see him again in mid-January to see how things
are going. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I'm trying very hard not to
panic. I'm trying to wait and see what happens. I'm trying. But the possibility
of more shoulder issues, and the slim chance of another surgery is devastating.
And I've had more than a few tears this week as I try and look to the future
and see where all of this is heading. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I have - however - started to
drive more one handed as my right shoulder is sore. I've started to favour my
left arm. I'm exhausted from the pain, so I've started to lie down when I get
home from work. I'm just doing less, and feeling lesser. Normally I can pull
off being "normal". That seems to be harder to do these days, and I'm
less interested in trying. It just takes too much damn effort.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The National is one of my
favourite bands. They have a new album out and a tour all over North America,
hitting Montreal in December and I'll be going. <a href="https://youtu.be/436Bpuio9G0" target="_blank">Empire Line</a> is one
of the new songs, and the hypnotic beat and repetitive chorus reminds me to keep my
chin up, I'm sure I can find a way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-35300550127570939952017-11-09T07:22:00.000-08:002017-11-09T07:22:17.525-08:00Not GoodI was listening to my favourite podcast a few days ago, the "Ongoing History of New Music" hosted by Allan Cross. I've been listening to this show on and off for over 30 years. The episode was a tribute to Gord Downie of the band the Tragically Hip, who passed away in October. In the episode, there were snippets and quotes from Gord directly, and one struck a chord too close to home and I started to tear up immediately.<br />
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<i>"Humour comes from these bare, bottom of the barrel moments that would crush people, even if they knew they happen to you. You help each other through these things. You forget them because the brain tells you to forget them. You have to artificially resuscitate memories like these."</i></blockquote>
Two parts resonated with me.<br />
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First, using humour to get through moments that would crush me. The sheer number of surgeries, pills, pain and tears of the past 26 years could have easily crushed me. I use humour and a positive attitude to get through my RA stuggles. <br />
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Second, the idea that you need to forget some of your experiences to keep moving ahead, that they are buried deep in your mind as a form of self-preservation. You can't have them at the forefront, the pain is too great.<br />
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Looking ahead, I don't know if there are enough laughs to pull me through. I've been having increasing pain in my right shoulder (yes the one that has endured eight surgeries since 2011) and I'm terrified. I started in denial. Work was insanely busy in October and very stressful. I blamed the pain and discomfort on stress. It's now several weeks past the stressful time, and the pain is there, and cropping up at rest. For those in the know, pain at rest is not good. For anyone. Ever.<br />
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As I type this, I'm waiting for my rheumatologist to appear in the consult room. I'm going to start by talking to him, but I know the real next step is a trip to my shoulder surgeon. I'm trying to put my utter panic on hold until I have further information. It's not going well.<br />
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The Hip are still on my mind, given the passing of their lead singer. While the content of this song is not necessarily relevant to my post, the mood, the melancholy feeling and chorus resonate with me. "<a href="https://youtu.be/d7fj2wCJnCo" target="_blank">Long Time Running</a>" describes my relationship with RA and reminds me it's not ending anytime soon.<br />
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<br />megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-27786195548967728672017-10-27T15:09:00.001-07:002017-10-27T15:09:18.575-07:00Spending Spoons like a Drunken SailorFor most of us in the auto-immune world, the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spoon_theory" target="_blank">Spoon Theory</a> is the language we use to communicate our energy levels and how exhausting it can be to have a chronic disease. I've not used it much, but it's a powerful metaphor for how we get through a day and try and allocate our energy.<br />
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I've been on a new biologic, Xeljanz, for the past three months. I've also started back on Leflunomide around the same time and am still taking the ever-present steroids. And throw in some form of pain meds as and when needed - more often than I'd like, but a girl's gotta live.<br />
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I'm approaching this blog entry slowly, tip toeing up to the topic, not wanting to disturb anything. Because I may actually have some energy back. Maybe. I may be taking less pain meds. I may not have super swollen feet 24/7 that are hard to walk on. I may actually be feeling a bit better. Possibly. But shhh. Don't tell anyone so I'm not jinxed.<br />
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So, of course, I'm spending spoons like a drunken sailor!<br />
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Why not? I've been feeling pretty crappy for - frankly - several years and this is the first time in recent memory that I don't have to meter out my energy worried about how I'm going to make it through the day. I can make it to the end of the day, and still have some spoons left. It's like I'm almost a normal person. Almost.<br />
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But I'm an over-doer. I try and cram too much in. And I'm paying for it this week. Work has been busy with lots of stress, long hours and weekends, with no real relief in sight. Home is busy with hockey time two, competitive swim schedule, dance, homework and trying to feed everyone and ensure that they are in the right place at the right time with the right equipment (trickier than you think!). However - I'm not as bad as I've been in the past under similar circumstances. Again, don't tell my body that. I'd hate for it to revert back to it's usual state of flare.<br />
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As every good Canadian knows, Gord Downie, lead singer of the band the Tragically Hip, passed away last week. The Hip were an integral part of my musical life since high school. His poetry, expressed through song, provided support, meaning and insight at various points in my life.<br />
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One song that stands out in light of this post is "<a href="https://youtu.be/O9wW9ENBPlQ" target="_blank">Firework</a>". It's my go-to Hip feel better song (apologies for the language). It's about how temporary things can be - they can last as long as a firework. I'm hoping upgraded spoon allotment is more permanent.<br />
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<br />megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-56201276700297981492017-10-18T15:37:00.003-07:002017-10-18T15:37:46.724-07:00The reason I write<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Oh, it's been a while. Like a
year and a half. I've been busy being a mom, full time HR guru, Parent Council
President, hockey mom, swimming mom and working through all this with a very
flare-y arthritis-ridden body. It's been a roller coaster of flares, prednisone
(up to 50 mg per day!) and failing out of 3 biologics. Goddamit. I'm crying
just writing this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I'm trying a new style of writing with this re-invigoration of my
blog - less editing, more stream of conscientious, more raw honesty. We'll see
how this goes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We had some people over on Saturday - hockey team parents - for a
get to know you gathering. Nice people, good event. We talked about kids, work,
hockey and then started discussing where we went to school and what we studied.
I have a writing degree and someone asked if I write outside of work. Well, I
offered up that I had kept a blog chronicling my RA journey. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One of the ladies
eyes lit up at the mention of Rheumatoid Arthritis and launched right into all
the diet changes she's made that have taken her off all her meds and now
she has no symptoms for her Psoriatic Arthritis. I commented that I had tried
that path with limited success. She pursued the conversation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I tried to find my grace as a
host and a human being, but I’m sure a trace amount of annoyance came through
as I felt needed to defend my health choices to a total stranger, in my house,
in front of my guests. I used words like “nine shoulder surgeries” and “severe
rheumatoid arthritis” and “26 years”, but no – apparently diet changes and
going gluten-free are going to solve all of my problems and get me off all of my meds. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is why – for <i>years</i> – I didn’t tell people about my
RA, didn't write about it, didn't Facebook it. Nothing. Nada. I don’t have the energy or patience to educate or explain my disease to
strangers who really don’t get it. Nor should I feel the need to defend my
health choices to complete strangers. But I did feel the need to defend my choices. This conversation upset me so much, I’m
back at the keyboard looking for some therapy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">I have tried alternative and
traditional therapies, diet changes, supplements, acupuncture, laser therapy,
massage therapy, a complete elimination of all grains and dairy – all with
minimal to no success. The effort required was not worth the minuscule improvements I saw in my health. And - frankly - it's none of anyone's business how I approach my health. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">It's four days later and I'm still frustrated by how much this has gotten under my skin. One of my favourite songs from the past year has been "<a href="https://youtu.be/wSEsMpMxkg4" target="_blank">Float On</a>" by Modest Mouse. It's about moving on despite setbacks you might have. That's me. Trying to float on with my RA. </span>megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-92005789876621670012016-04-12T11:10:00.003-07:002016-04-12T11:10:54.735-07:00Love is.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love is best expressed in silent actions than flowery words. In
the past 15 months I’ve had 5 surgeries which included 3 total shoulder
replacements. I’m aware the math doesn’t work – since I only have 2 shoulders.
Needless to say, it’s been a hard year. While I’ve written many posts on what
RA has taken, with the right perspective, you can see beauty in what people
give when you need them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chronic
disease is hard on a marriage. 8 surgeries in 6 years is like throwing kerosene
on a fire, if things were bad before, they are only getting worse. Imagine your spouse tomorrow tied their right
arm behind their back for 6 weeks and you have two active children aged 9 and 11
years old. It’s like adding one-third the work to your day and reducing your
help by 50%, but throw in some free babysitting. Irritation on both ends is a
strong possibility, as are high emotions from the frustration. It’s not always
pretty. But I think if you ask John, he would say our marriage is stronger for
going through this together. He’s picked up some skills along the way. He can
now expertly put my long, curly hair into a bun or a ponytail and we were just getting to braids
(ok, kidding on the last one). He can hook up an IV to a PICC line. He is an
expert a pillow “nests” for my shoulder. He’s my arms and hands when they don’t
work and hold me up when the world seems to be falling around me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My parents
set an example for the kind of parent I aspire to be. In December 2014 they
moved to Ottawa to be closer to me and my family. They recognized that I would
need more support in the years ahead, given my declining health. Their actions
show true love – parenting is leading by example, and they have set high bar
for me to follow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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are a mix of “new” and old. I have very good girlfriends from 20 years ago at
university and friends that I’ve met through my professional life and the moms
of my kids’ best friends. They all support in different ways – taking me for
groceries, running errands, coming over for a visit, feeding my Starbucks Chai
latte habit and sometimes just listening to the apparent never-ending story of my
RA struggles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My RA
journey isn’t solitary; it involves people in my life. My husband, parents,
kids, friends, colleagues. I’ve been on a Death Cab for Cutie (yes, that’s a
band name) binge lately. Their song “<a href="https://youtu.be/FGFgpAZZzvo" target="_blank">What Sarah said</a>” is a haunting story of the
despair of the hospital which puts into sharp focus who is important in your
life, with the pivotal observation: “Love is watching someone die”. I have
found throughout my RA and most recent surgery journey, that I am surrounded by
love and friendship. For that, I am
grateful.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, it’s
been a while since I've posted. That usually means lots has happened and I’m
still processing. I'm just getting back to work full time since my reverse
shoulder replacement in November. Yes, you read that correctly. They took my
shoulder joint, reversed the polarity and sewed me back up. Yes, they can do that. Yes, it really works.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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history lesson. I've had eight shoulder surgeries in six years, and seven of
the surgeries were on my right side. Back in October 2014 I had shoulder
surgery #3, had screws removed in March 2015 and found the joint was infected.
Removed that joint, put in a spacer in April 2015. October 2015 saw an arthroscopic surgery to determine there was no infection. November 2015 I had a
total reverse shoulder replacement. Oh, and another infection. Cue another
round of IV antibiotics followed by four months (and counting) of oral
antibiotics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Again. Flaring for me means my joints are swollen for most of the day, I have
stiffness for a few hours each morning, and I'm in a notable amount of pain –
which means more than my usual baseline amount of pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seems to
be a pattern in the past year. Have a major joint surgery, take 6-10 weeks off
work, go back to work and flare. This time it’s much less well controlled, I'm on 40 mg of prednisone – the most I’ve ever been on - and I might as well be
taking tic-tacs for all the benefit I’m feeling. At least with the tic tacs I’d
have great breath and wouldn't be gaining so much weight. This is my 5<sup>th</sup> flare in about 15
months, and I've also had 3 major and 2 minor shoulder surgeries in this time.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I counted my
daily meds – I'm on the highest pill count I can recall. I’m at about 24. And
that’s not even keeping all the pain and inflammation at bay. If I ever get around to writing a book or a
more significant, publishable article about my RA, the title will be “Pain is
not my biggest problem”. I can manage pain. I can take the pills. I can
breathe, rest and modify my activities . It’s the fatigue that gets me, trying
to get through a day with some amount of grace and humour, yearning for rest so
that I can try again tomorrow with a glimmer of hope that it might be better.
It’s the red, angry inflamed fingers staring back at me from the keyboard and
the never-ending fear that these uncontrolled flares are causing permanent
damage resulting in a lesser future for me – less than I already expect. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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terrible, terrible disease. I’ve been on the RA path for 25 years now. I’m a
veteran. I know there are elements of my disease that are in my control, and
some that are not. But the fear never leaves me. If my surgery count is 8 at
40, what does 50 look like? 60? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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listening to some of my favourite songs from university days. James’ “<a href="https://youtu.be/bRD51qEJ8t4">Sit Down</a>” came on a while ago, and it’s
the first time I really listened to the song for the message. An amazingly upbeat
song about supporting those who are depressed, lonely or outcast. I somehow
seem to be amazingly upbeat given the (at times) depressing circumstances of my
health.</span></span>megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-85706148008619808782015-10-05T19:13:00.001-07:002015-10-05T19:13:53.162-07:00Material Girl<br />No amount of vacations, jewelry or distraction are going to take away my disease. No magic combination of words will explain away my disease. No pill, treatment, medication, food or drink will eliminate my disease.<br /><br />For the past 6 years I’ve been gearing up for, or recovering from shoulder surgery. To ease these disruptive and painful events in my life, I’ve received small charms, diamond earrings and rings. We’ve gone to Venice, Munich, Maine, PEI (twice!) and Disney (twice!). These were great trips and family memories and beautiful jewelry. In the end, I’ve still had 6 shoulder surgeries, #7 is tomorrow.<br />
<br />The fight might be delayed, dressed up or postponed – but it’s waiting for me after every holiday and glittering bit of jewelry. You can’t buy your way out of Rheumatoid Arthritis. You can’t buy your way out of my shoulder hell. This is the harsh reality of my life. It’s my fight, and nothing can take it away from me or make it better. It’s up to me. <br /><br />And I’m really tired. Utterly exhausted from the pain, the stress, the pressure to fit things in before my next surgery, the scheduling, the explanations, the sad eyes, people feeling sorry for me, the “you’re so young”. <br /><br />There is no easy way out of this disease and my surgeries. It’s a tough slog and there are no shortcuts. The only way I’m going to feel “better” about this is how I wrap my head around it. My attitude towards my surgeries has matured in time. At first, there was a certain amount of novelty. I’ve moved from passionately talking about the cool things surgeons can do to re-build my shoulder and public education on my disease to artfully dodging the “how is your shoulder” question that invariably comes up in conversation. <br /><br />I understand, it’s hard not to ask me when given my past 6 years. Almost every conversation has been “how’s your shoulder?”. People genuinely care, and just want me to be better. What they fail to understand, is that there is no “better” and I’m aiming to simply not get worse. At this point, I don’t want to educate or talk about the next scientifically advanced cool surgery I’m about to have. I just don’t want to talk about it period. I now view it as a giant pain in the ass, and I just want to get on with it. “Keep Calm and Carry On” and all that.<br /><br /> As a nod to one of the first albums I ever purchased, I’ve been a Madonna fan on and off for 30+ years and <a href="https://youtu.be/R0FXPqYpt0g" target="_blank">Material Girl</a> just seemed to fit this post. While no amount of trinkets or trips will take away my disease, the happy memories I take from them are what makes my life wonderful. I have a good life, even if there are a few more bumps in my road than most.<br />
megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-2819458774881450012015-09-24T13:38:00.002-07:002015-09-24T13:38:52.575-07:00Just another date in the calendar
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When does surgery become routine that it is just another
appointment in the calendar? When it is so commonplace that there is no more
fanfare, anxiety, special preparations or lost sleep? When you almost dread
telling anyone about the surgery as you are exhausted more from the re-telling
and outpouring of sympathy almost than from the pain of the disease?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think I’ve reached that spot. I’m heading into surgery #7,
#6 on my right side and #4 for the past year. These are terrible stats, and
they are going downhill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">At my recent appointment with my shoulder surgeon I didn’t
happily sign off on surgery that might have brought some closure on the shoulder saga. Oh,
no. I found out the results from my shoulder biopsy in August weren’t entirely
conclusive. The majority of the results showed the same staph infection from
this past Spring, and the minority came back negative. I’m also primarily
asymptomatic – no fever, no chills, no pain. Well, about that last one. I have
some pain, not the same level as last Spring, but it seems to be creeping back
in. This is not good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I cannot have my proper shoulder hardware re-installed until
I’ve been completely cleared of infection. The<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
s</span>houlder biopsy completed by drawing tissue and cell samples with needles
couldn’t definitively determine if I have an infection. This can all be solved
with another surgery, of course. Which is scheduled for October 6<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup>.
Don’t celebrate just yet, this in no way replaces the next “big” surgery, I’m adding
to the surgical list, not substituting or reducing. This surgery will get
deeper tissue samples as I’ll be knocked out and they are going in
arthroscopically. Hopefully better samples equal a definitive infection
decision.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After they cook up the samples in the lab, there is
complicated decision tree that follows. If I have an infection, how are we
treating it? If there is no infection, where did the positive results come
from? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the question I really want answered – when the hell do I
get off the merry-go-round and get my hardware back and be done with <u>all</u>
of this?<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I went to the appointment myself, I wasn’t expecting this
conversation and turn of events. When I suspect bad news is forthcoming, John comes for support,
but I walked in unaware. I was expecting to sign up and get my hardware back and
to be done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the end, I did sign up
for a surgery, but not the one I intended to. I don’t even cry at these
appointments anymore. I’ve either become much better at handling all of this,
or I’ve become hardened and immune to the cavalcade of bad news that seems to
wait for me at Orthopaedic Clinic at the Ottawa Hospital. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m listening to “<a href="https://youtu.be/8RDdmfWsrsw" target="_blank">Where does the good go</a>” by Tegan and Sara.
Long before they sold out with “Everything is Awesome” and the Lego movie, they
were an indie-folky Canadian band with beautiful harmonies. I’ve been asking
myself where does the good go? How many more times can I go through surgery and
keep my chin up? At least one more, I guess. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-5845863635922793802015-08-29T20:00:00.000-07:002015-08-29T20:00:15.335-07:004 surgeries - 1 yearIn 47 days I'll be going for my fourth surgery in one year and my seventh in six years. How the hell did I get here?<br />
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Surgery #1 - 2009 - total shoulder replacement, left, resounding success<br />
Surgery #2 - 2011 - humeral head replacement, right, success<br />
Surgery #3 - 2013 - glenoid bone graft with crushed cadaver bone, right, failure<br />
Surgery #4 - 2014 - glenoid bone autograft and humeral head re-replacement, right, success <br />
Surgery #5 - 2015 - screw removal from surgery #4, right, partial success, infection discovered<br />
Surgery #6 - 2015 - removal of all hardware and insertion of cement bone spacer, right, success<br />
Surgery #7 - 2015 - removal of bone spacer and reinsert hardware, right, TBD, scheduled for October <br />
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No wonder I'm so angry. April was an utter shit show of a month. I had minor, arthroscopic surgery in late March, found out I had an infection from my October surgery in April, went on IV antibiotics and had a central line inserted (which is a much bigger, life-encompassing deal than the small words "IV antibiotics" and "central line" lead you to believe), had an allergic reaction to said antibiotics on and around my 40th birthday, landed in emerg, went on more IV antibiotics for 6 weeks, had a major surgery, and then recovered. Oh, and I've been flaring on and off. It's nice the root cause of my surgeries - RA - continues to rear it's ugly head just in case I tried to forget why I'm going through this hell in the first place.<br />
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I've not written about this yet. I've put myself on emotional autopilot to ensure that I don't really think about it, motivated by self-preservation I assume. It wasn't until I wrote this post and listed all my surgeries did I realize that I'm going on surgery #7. I thought it was #6. I guess somewhere past #5 I stopped keeping track.<br />
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I've managed through the past couple months one step at a time. That's all I can handle. With the final surgery looming in October, and summer on its way out, I don't think I can dodge the inevitable any longer. My countdown app tells me 47 more days until I'm in for surgery and I feel my veneer of happiness slipping away in the time it's taking to write this post. <br />
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I referenced the movie "Cake" in my last post and the movie (and music) have stayed with me. It's the closest representation of my RA journey I've seen so far on the big screen. The song played during the credits was an acoustic cover of Beyoncé's song "<a href="https://youtu.be/aO2U-askNzw" target="_blank">Halo</a>". I can't seem to find anything positive from my past six months, but this song reminds me to try.<br />
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megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-1178642225859138812015-08-19T19:32:00.003-07:002015-08-19T19:32:34.742-07:00It just really, really sucksGiven my track record of not posting when the going gets bad, not posting since February would therefore indicate some pretty terrible months recently. That would be an accurate deduction. I don't even know where to start, so we'll start with today and work backwards.<div>
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Today I had a shoulder biopsy. It was the third one of my RA/shoulder surgery career. It hurts. It is my most dreaded procedure. It is emotionally and physically draining. It involves sticking six needles in your shoulder joint to obtain cell samples to ensure there is no infection prior to surgery. A necessary evil. The reality looks more like me lying in a radiology suite sobbing for 45 minutes, using all my yoga training and deep breathing to keep as calm as possible and barely succeeding. </div>
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Biopsy day came hot on the heels of a rheumatology appointment yesterday where I was injected - for the first time - with cortisone via IM. That was new. Usually my cortisone comes in the form of joint injections or oral tablets. My joints overall are quite poor right now, and I needed a boost. I'm off my fancy arthritis drugs given the frequency at which I seem to be returning to the OR for shoulder surgery. The drugs interfere with my ability to heal, which is incompatible with surgery. Yesterday I got jacked up on 'roids. For real. I should be feeling physically better in the next day or so, but the emotional side is taking longer to work through the "why" of these procedures. </div>
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I'm having a hard time reconciling the events since March 29th, and I haven't really tried all that hard. Writing this blog entry is the first time I've tried to encapsulate what's happened. And I'm failing miserably. I don't know how to say in different words, the separateness that my RA creates in my life. I don't get to escape this. It's etched into my shoulder everytime I look in the mirror, it's etched into my hands in their deformity, and in my face as I cringe in pain. Every. Single. Day. </div>
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I'm tired. I'm just so utterly, gut wrenchingly exhausted of having RA. Especially these past months. So tired it hurts. So tired I just want to pretend it's not happening. I just don't have any more emotional or physical energy to spare to write, speak or think about it. I'd love to go a day where I'm not sick. Where I don't have to take any meds, where I don't have to worry about what I can or cannot do in case I run out of enegery. A day where I don't have any pain. At all. For just 1 day. That is so unimaginable, like winning the lottery. People have dreams of all kinds - money, fame, happiness. All I want is a pain and RA-free day. </div>
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In the midst of these medical appointments and RA-emotional meltdown, I watched the movie "Cake"- a gritty look about a women dealing with chronic pain. That hit pretty close to home. The trailer uses Hearts' song "<a href="https://youtu.be/HNRp-5N7elg" target="_blank">Hemiplegia</a>" which speaks to me of fighting a battle you might not win, and might never end. Very much mirroring my fight with RA.</div>
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megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-78673396475550713132015-02-23T07:05:00.003-08:002015-02-23T07:06:24.009-08:00Living the life you want<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mark my past decade by babies and surgeries. In 2005 and
2007 my children were born, ironically via a surgical c-section. In 2009, I had
a total shoulder replacement on my left side. In 2011, I had half of my right
shoulder replaced. In 2013, I had the other half replaced, it failed. In 2014 I
had the whole right shoulder replaced. In 2015, I’ll have orthoscopic surgery to
remove a protruding screw on my right side. This is how I have marked my time
in my 30s. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think something clicked into place in 2013, after I found
out I needed more surgery. I realized that I am not going to get “better”, that
if 22 years of drugs, needles and surgeries hadn’t provided any form of
remission for my RA, it was unlikely to occur in the future. This doesn’t mean
I’m not trying to get better, but my expectations for my outcome have been
reduced significantly. Lower expectations provide for less disappointment in
the end. At times, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by what I’ve been able to do
pain-free on occasion. Life is too short not to actually live – or at least try.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a sense of relief that comes with accepting what
is. I’ve entered into a more zen-like state in my attitude towards my RA. I
rage and rail against it on my blog, and to a select few people in my life, but
for the most part I’ve become somewhat immune to the highs and lows that come
with having a chronic condition. I am less and less shocked by the events of my
life as they pertain to my health. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’ve started to carve out the life I want. I want to travel.
I want to drink as many interesting beers as I can. Ditto for scotch. I want to
see as much live music as I can. I want a meaningful and progressive career. I
want to write. I want to be read. I want to show my kids the world. I want to
go on more dates with my husband. I want to be happy. I want to lead a good
life, a life I am proud of and a life with few regrets. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Much of my effort has stemmed from the fact that if I don’t
create these memories, “carpe diem” or embrace a “yolo” attitude now, my best
years will be behind me and so will my health, and I’ll be left without the
memories in crippled body surrounded by piles of regrets. And I really don’t
want that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My daughter, Chelsea, and I went to see Katy Perry last year
when she came to Ottawa. Chels was 7 at the time, and this was her first concert. We dressed in Katy-style pink and purple wigs
and sang our hearts out to all our favourite song. It was Chelsea and I
creating a memory together. I want to
create as many of those memories as I can. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The show capped off with fireworks and her signature song
“<a href="http://youtu.be/QGJuMBdaqIw" target="_blank">Firework</a>”. A happy song for a happy post.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-60672431509150188202015-02-07T10:21:00.000-08:002015-02-07T10:41:37.076-08:00Arthritis by the NumbersI'm flaring. Again. This is the fourth flare requiring prednisone (aka "Satan's Tic Tacs") in the past 12 months. Granted I've been off my fancy arthritis meds due to recent surgery for the past 4 months, but I'm a little fed up with how significantly my RA is inconveniencing the rest of my life. I'd like to work, I'd like to parent my children, I'd like to go on a date with my husband, I'd like to go out, I'd like to not be in pain, I'd like to not meter out my spoons like they were made of pure gold. I'd really like a ray of hope.<br />
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To put this in perspective, I have pulled some stats on my RA:<br />
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1 - The number of upcoming surgeries I have scheduled in the next 3 months<br />
2 - The number of shoulder biopsies I've had to date<br />
3- The number of shoulder surgeries on my right side alone alone, in a 4 year period<br />
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4 - The number of shoulder surgeries I've had in 5 years</div>
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5 - I've had 5 surgeries in total related to my RA<br />
24 - The number of years I’ve had RA.</div>
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30 - The number of times I’ve seen my orthopaedic surgeon in
5 ½ years.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dozens - The number of x-rays I've had in my RA career.<br />
100's - the number of needles I've had for various injections and withdrawals in and out of my body, including the ones I've given to myself.<br />
1000's - the number of pills I've taken in the past 24 years.<br />
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My RA is a part of my life. It is happening, and – like many things in life – it’s how
you manage through the obstacles that life throws at you that determine your
character. Right now, don’t care about how character-building this might be.
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One of the best gems that I found was Tom Odell's "<a href="https://soundcloud.com/saminmousavi/tom-odell-another-love" target="_blank">Another Love</a>". All my tears have been used up, I don't know how to grieve for this disease any more.<br />
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megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-41520783346592817592015-01-23T14:16:00.001-08:002015-01-23T14:16:28.431-08:00The Good, The Bad & The UglyI probably should have posted earlier, but I'll play the major surgery card as an explanation for my delay, and try to provide a quick update on how things went.<br />
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Recap. I had my third shoulder surgery in four years on my right side on October 16th. The procedure included grafting bone from my hip into my shoulder, securing that with a few screws and replacing my humeral head - again. A picture is worth a 1,000 words, see below. Love the staples in the "after" shot. <br />
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The Good. Surgery was a technical success, everything in the operation room went well. It will take another 4-6 months to determine the full extent of how successful the surgery was after I'm through rehab. I'm hopeful and optimistic that I won't be back under the knife anytime soon. I'm also a scarred shoulder surgery veteran, so I'll reserve judgement for a little while.<br />
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The Bad. Anyone remember the part where the anesthesiologist rhymes off a list of potential complications from surgery, and assure you the risk of any one of them happening is miniscule? No one remembers that part until they have a complication and - suddenly - it becomes a conversation where you wish you were paying closer attention While recovering in the hospital, I discovered I had some - at the time - scary nerve damage in my forearm and fingers. I didn't have consistent motor control from the forearm down through my fingers. A very long story and a trip to a neurologist later, all is much better. I have some residual numbness in my right thumb, but a far cry from the scary hospital experience where I couldn't move my arm at all. <br />
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The Ugly. I'm not a particularly vain person, and I have my fair share of scars. But this time, there is no hiding from the etching in my shoulder. Three incisions over the same scar line will do that. And my hip scar is much worse. I had a post-op infection on the incision site, and it just didn't close well at all. It's an angry pink mess. I wear my scars likes badges of honour - they are war wounds in my battle with arthritis. <br />
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I'm alive. I've got more metal bits and pieces and screws than I did before. The pain was managed fairly well. I was somewhat under-educated on the extensive immobility of the hip portion of the surgery. My surgeon saying "don't worry, you'll walk out of here" was not exactly accurate, based on my wheelchair exit from the hospital. <br />
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I listened to hours of music, watched days and days of Netflix and tried to keep my chin up. I rediscovered Fleetwood Mac recently - and their song "<a href="http://youtu.be/6ul-cZyuYq4" target="_blank">You can go your own way</a>". I keep trying to go my own way, and my RA keeps pulling me back. But at least I'm still trying. <br />
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<br />megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-82745951497550201642014-10-12T21:21:00.001-07:002014-10-12T21:21:33.901-07:00What's your dream?
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So we are just getting back from a week of Disney vacation.
It was exhausting and exhilarating at the same time. Lots of
walking, lots of laughs, lots of standing and waiting, lots of roller coasters. We had a great
vacation. Given my upcoming surgery, we wanted to have some fun before my
surgery – as fun will not be easy to find for a while. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was watching a Mickey and Princess show on the steps of Cinderella’s
castle with my seven year old daughter, and it was all about dreams really do
come true. It was an uplifting and heartwarming message for all the kids there.
So, why was I crying? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mickey says if you make a wish your dream really can come
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It got me to thinking - what
would be my wish? Would it be to live pain-free? To “cure” my RA? To ensure
that my children never have to go through this awful disease? Would it be to
fix my shoulders once and for all? On the final countdown to my surgery, I'm having a hard time finding any silver linings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am wrapping myself in a familiar cloak of introspection
and an overwhelming urge to be alone. I've gone to that place where I distance myself from the reality of what's to come as a coping mechanism. It's quite sad, really. I don't have any tears left to cry for this surgery. I'm on auto-pilot as I know - for the most part - how this week and next is going to unfold. I'll be crabby and on edge all this week. Thursday and Friday will be a daze of drugs, pain and lack of sleep. I will be angry, uncooperative, stubborn, tired, scared, potentially immobile and trying to cope through tuning out the world as much as possible. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know what’s coming and I am afraid. I’m afraid of the outcome. I’m afraid to hope. I'm afraid the surgery is going to be another failure. I’m
afraid of the dependence on others. I’m afraid of being a burden to my family.
I’m afraid of the unknown – I’m having a piece of my hip bone removed and grafted into my
shoulder. While I may be a veteran of shoulder surgeries - this being my third -
harvesting bone from my hip to relocate to my shoulder is new for me. That’s
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">While vacation was a brief and welcome suspension from
reality – we are on the last leg of our flight headed home, and reality is
waiting. I'm sure listening to my favourite band - The National - is not helping. They are not exactly what I would call "uplifting". I generally try to mix up the songs associated with my posts, but their song "<a href="https://soundcloud.com/user6556083/05-afraid-of-everyone" target="_blank">Afraid of Everyone</a>" is stuck with me. Here's hoping they have the drugs to sort me out after surgery.</span></div>
megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-21096664750836785282014-09-16T18:49:00.001-07:002014-09-16T18:49:49.593-07:00It's not ok and I am not fineSo, it seems I will be having another shoulder surgery. I don't know how many times, how many years in a row I can type out the words "this is so unfair" or "I can't believe this is happening". I re-read my posts from last year around this time, and the emotions are sobering and similar, only amplified. It's worse this time around because the last surgery was supposed to fix my shoulder - and so was the one before that, and the one before that. It was supposed to buy me a few years - maybe five or ten - to bridge me through into my forties. And it didn't. And I feel cheated. <br />
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I am not fine. It's not ok. It will likely never be ok. This is going to be a ongoing and increasing struggle for the rest of my life. And some days, I just don't want to get out of bed and face it all. I have too many responsibilities to curl up in a ball and cry. But it's really tempting some days.<br />
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I am overwhelmed with emotions of grief, anger, betrayal, emptiness coupled with constant pain. Sometimes I take the medication and feel better, sometimes I have a scotch or two, sometimes I just simply cry. This disease take so much from you. With four shoulder surgeries in five years, and four flares this year alone, it's not been a good year.<br />
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As I progress closer to my surgery date (30 days and counting), my ability to keep it together is tenuous at best. And when I pause to sit and think about it, past surgeries have provided a similar emotional roller coaster in the final few weeks. Currently, my emotions are loosely packed in by thread with lots of scissors in my life waiting to expose my current - and fragile - emotional state. <br />
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I went to a concert by the band "The National" last Friday at Folk Fest here in Ottawa - one of my favourite bands of the past year. I've been listening to their recent album for the better part of a year, but hearing their song "<a href="http://youtu.be/J8IS4YH_GGk" target="_blank">Graceless</a>" live, I attached myself and my current circumstances to the lyrics. I've not been as graceful about this surgery as I would have liked. There is no stiff upper lip, keeping calm and carrying on. I'm pissed. And vocal. And I hate this. It's not ok and I am not fine.<br />
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megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-59549034460780102382014-09-09T19:00:00.000-07:002014-09-09T19:00:09.407-07:00Dreading the keyboardI've not written in over two months. It's not for lack of excitement in my RA life, it's likely due to overexcitement. I just can't seem to bring myself to write down the amount of poking and prodding I've been through this summer - somehow this the final step in accepting that I am having a total shoulder replacement on October 16th. There I said it.<br />
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This summer I've had a shoulder biopsy, three bone scans, series of x-rays and blood work all in an effort to rule out an infection in my right shoulder. When the results came back negative, I was relieved, no one wants to deal with the extensive pain and procedure involved in managing an infection in a artificial joint site. At the same time, it was hard to hear. What it really meant, was that all the pain I've been feeling in my shoulder was all mine and could not be explained away by an infection. And it was a tough pill to swallow. If I didn't have further shoulder surgery, this would be my life and my pain forever. And it's unacceptable. Right now, I'm taking from one to five Tylenol 1's per day to manage the pain. That's up to 40 mg of codeine a day to manage the pain. I'm not comfortable with that as a lifelong ongoing pain management tool. It's off to surgery I go.<br />
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I'm essentially having a total shoulder replacement this time. This is my third surgery in as many years. They are removing bone from my iliac crest in my hip and grafting that into my glenoid (socket part of the shoulder) and replacing the humeral head hardware from my current smaller implant into a full 10 cm stem that runs down the shaft of the humeral head. Essentially, more bone, more metal, more robust shoulder.<br />
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I've struggled sorting through what I think about all of this. On one hand, I feel like I'm watching a movie of someone else's life - like I have many times before on my RA journey. But I'm not that lucky. There is no dream to wake up from. This is it, man. This is my life. And I'm still trying to process. I've taken quite while to publish this post, but I always had a song in mind - Oasis, "<a href="http://youtu.be/r8OipmKFDeM" target="_blank">Don't Look Back in Anger</a>". I'm looking back. I'm angry.megan ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17599816628513580355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899516182258379707.post-5298453011852300612014-06-28T10:39:00.000-07:002014-06-28T10:39:27.170-07:00Fix you<div class="MsoNormal">
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Like last year, it started with pain in my right shoulder. I
was 8 months post-op and pain at this stage is unexpected. My range of motion
did not come back at all, and then I started having pain at rest. Washing my
hair is painful, and I cannot lift my arm above shoulder height independently.
It just won’t go. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like last year, I went to see my surgeon for a follow-up.
Upon seeing my x-rays, he didn't have to explain anything to me. I've seen
dozens of my own shoulder films, and I know what I'm looking at. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like last year, my glenoid (socket) was thinned out again
and there was little evidence of any of the bone graft remaining. This is a
significant problem, as last October I had surgery to graft bone into my
shoulder. And it’s all gone. All of it.
The surgery was a failure – and none of the bone graft took. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like last year, I fought back tears and tried to formulate
coherent questions, but none came. I'm sure I’ll pull myself together and have
some intelligent questions for my next consult. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like last year, we talked about what the next steps are and
what the next surgery might look like. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like last year, I got the surgeon sad eyes. When your
orthopaedic surgeon feels bad for you, you know you’re in rough shape. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like last year, and two years before that and two years
before that before my last surgeries, I keep wanting to say “I can’t do this”.
But I don’t really have a choice. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Like last year, and the 22 years before that - I hate RA. It
has taken so much from me. And every time I face another surgery, biopsy, needle, infusion, pill, ache and pain RA takes something
that cannot be replaced. Cue Coldplay "<a href="http://youtu.be/glgcrst_nnM" target="_blank">Fix You</a>” Could it be worse? I suppose. But
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