One Year On

Today is my one year anniversary. One year today since my femur snapped in two. I’m not sure “Happy Anniversary” is appropriate but it certainly is a day I will never forget.

I would like to be able to blog today that it’s one year on & my leg has healed and it’s onwards and upwards.

I would have liked to have marked the day doing something nice, like strolling along the beach with my beautiful husband and enjoying an ice cream.

The reality is the complete opposite. My leg has not healed, in fact a bone scan on Friday revealed 2 new fractures, one in my leg, the other in my foot. I am in excruciating pain and I am booked in to see my Surgeon on Wednesday to discuss surgery options for Thursday.

This bone disease really is the gift that keeps on giving ☺😕

As if that wasn’t enough, this morning when I woke up, I carefully climbed out of bed and moved around as best I could only to hear a loud pop in my lower back. Oh my goodness…I couldn’t move, the slightest move was sickening. My determination and will power to move pushed me back to my bed. I’ve been here ever since. I’d  say it’s a disc bulge. I’ve already got 3 and I know the feeling. Pain killers are not touching it but I know the treatment is to lie down or stand & avoid sitting. I really think my back is just so fatigued because my legs can’t support it properly.

I don’t want to go to emergency. I’m hoping and praying when I wake up in the morning it will have eased a little and I can discuss it all with my Orthopaedic Surgeon on Wednesday. He’ll be ecstatic I’m sure…..poor guy!

So the blessing from this anniversary is that I’ve had time to reflect on the past year. Much of it is a blur as I’ve been living through pain, surgeries, recovery, more pain, more surgeries.

It has been so much more than that though.

I started my blog in January and even more importantly I started a new chapter in my life as a Volunteer with Arthritis Queensland administering an online support forum for women with inflammatory arthritis. What a privilege and a blessing. Who would have thought I could be so disabled and relatively house bound yet able to, in a positive way, be a part of the lives of over 200 women battling with pain and fatigue as a result of chronic disease.

I don’t know what the next 12 months hold but I know that I will continue to get through each day, not in my own strength but with the love of my husband, the support of friends and family and above all with the knowledge that God has a purpose for my life and He will carry me through with a broken leg or a healthy leg.

The day is worth celebrating after all. 🎉

here’s a reminder of “The Day my Femur broke” 12 months ago

https://medicalmysterymusings.wordpress.com/2015/05/17/the-day-my-femur-broke-the-untold-story/