I’d been anxiously awaiting my appointment last week with my neurologist. I would get the results of my MRI’s and find out if I was definitely going to have surgery. I worried about it so much, I got depressed. It felt there’d be no good outcome — if they wanted to do surgery, I’d have back surgery. If they didn’t want to do it, it meant there was nothing to be done.
It turns out that the neurologist recommends surgery BUT I need to see a neurosurgeon to see if is possible and the surgeon agrees that it would take pressure off my nerves and prevent pain. So I have to wait another MONTH for that appointment. I had so hoped that I’d at least know what the future held. I know I have a bulge in my lumbar spine that might be corrected by surgery, but I still don’t know if I’ll have it, when it will be, or how long recovery will take.
My neurologist gave me a copy of the results of the MRIs as well as a disc copy of the actual images to take to the neurosurgeon. I started reading it in the waiting room while I waited for my ride. And I didn’t get halfway through it before I started laughing. The other patients looked at me as if I was crazy, but the language of the results was incomprehensible — except I kind of understood some of the root words.
I did what I usually do when I’m stressed out but not depressed. I processed the results in my journal. This is the first entry:
Okay, I might have been a wee bit depressed still, but at least I could see the humor of my situation. I tried doing research on the words that made me laugh.
So far the anxiety I felt before my appointment hasn’t come back — at least not in a form that feels too heavy to bear. In fact, I got a dose of that magic that comes through processing my worries through sketching and writing. So, here’s today’s journal entry.
And isn’t it amazing that in this chaotic world, people are dedicating their whole lives to figuring out cures and comforts for rare disorders like mine? The friends I’ve met on this journey have helped me stagger through it all. Whatever happens, the basic goodness and beauty all around me will remain constant. Scribbling away helps me keep that in mind
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