Back in the spring, I shared a bit of my journey regarding
the injury to my groin and back. Well a
few more months have passed and I’ve continued along with physical
therapy. My attitude has gotten much
better and while my back has made great improvements, I have stalled in the
last month or so with PT. Both I and my
physical therapist feel pretty frustrated and discouraged. She has continued to research obscure muscles
and ligaments and work me over at each session and while it definitely helps in
the short-term, I’m making no forward progress at this point.
I am discouraged because I continue to struggle with pain in
my low back and groin, and I don’t have the ability to move my right leg
fully.
The end of September will be a full year since I started on
this journey. After a couple of sessions
of cross-fit I just couldn’t get rid of this nagging pain in my groin that
would get so sharp at times. Then my
back kicked in to help compensate and after much chiropractics, a hernia
surgery, and six months of PT, here I am a year later still with that same nagging
groin pain, back pain and now the inability to move my leg freely. Yeah…I’m pretty discouraged.
My PT sent me back to my doctor to reassess the
situation. I just got back from seeing
her. I wish I had good news. There are more expensive tests in my future
and she threw around some scary sounding possible diagnoses and therapies. Rogue endometriosis that could have settled
in my groin instead of my uterus…ligaments stretched beyond their ability to
heal… I was almost in tears as she
described some horrible procedure called glucose shots into the ligament and
thought that might be the next thing to try.
She was honest that it is painful and expensive; it causes further inflammation
so the body will heal itself correctly.
Yikes!! I so hope we don’t end up going that direction.
In the meantime, I’m getting scheduled for a very thorough
ultrasound of the entire area (if you know what I mean) with a possibility of
an MRI in my future. And a consult with
the glucose shot doctor (still trying not to cry thinking about it).
On the way home I wanted to break down into tears. I could feel the fear trying to get a grip… Instead I started thanking God for being in
control of this situation and the fear I felt at the edges of my thinking…it
just dissipated. Instead, I am wrapped in
a complete peace. There are still a hundred questions going
through my mind: How can we afford this?
How much pain is going to be involved in getting better? What if I need another surgery? What if it is something really bad? How long
do I have to be in this condition? What
if they can’t figure it out? There’s so
many more… But there’s no fear there.
There’s no worry, really. There
are questions—lots of them—but the answer is always God. He is in control of all aspects of this
situation and nothing could be more of a comfort.
The Lord really is my strength and my comfort. Amen!