My turtle shell on the far left along side braces I made for school. |
My back problems began when I was around 13 years old and I was 21 when I finally had my reconstructive surgery. I had put my body literally through hell in those years. I will be completely honest when I say I am incredibly surprised that I don't have any liver damage from all of the medications and narcotics that went through my system. After my surgery I was elated that I could move my toes which meant I was not paralyzed and they steered clear of my spinal cord. I was scared that I could not see anything and experienced temporary blindness for close to two weeks. Even with my turtle shell I felt weak standing and sitting. My parents had to help me up out of bed and off the couch. They even had to help bathe me the first time after I got home from the hospital (funny story of me sitting on a patio chair in my swimsuit trying not to pass out as one of them held me and the other one washed hair, arms, and legs). I needed help in an out of my turtle shell until I figured out a way to do it myself.
For four and a half months there were times I felt absolutely helpless living in my turtle shell. Once the doctor told me that enough bone had filled the space where my discs had been between my vertebrae I would be able to take the turtle shell off for good, I was relieved and terrified at the same time. I thought that I could finally get on with my life. For about the first month or so it felt weird as though I had lost a part of me. As weird as I felt I was extremely satisfied that I was to a point in my recovery that I could just be me again. I had not been me for years and getting back to me was the greatest thing in the world along with not living everyday in pain.
Wow!
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