Wishing For My Chaco's

 

The human body is truly an amazing creation.  How everything works together just to keep us going each day.  Because it takes everything working together, it doesn't take much to throw it off balance.  Unfortunately, mine has been in a rough cycle the past two years.

The swelling that started on March 10th still an issue.  I've had an echocardiogram.  I had ultrasound to rule out blood clots in femoral artery.  I also went to a vein clinic and had an ultrasound done on the smaller veins in my leg and to make sure that all my valves were opening and closing correctly.  All of those tests were clear. 

Which leads me back to the foot clinic.  The end of April I got into the foot clinic and x-rays were done.  He could not see anything but arthritis on top where the swelling is.  No fracture.  No other reason for the fluid. I got a steroid shot and two pills.  One steroid and one for inflammation.  I also got a compression sock. Appointment in a month to check progress.   

One month later and I am still not in my Chaco's.  If you know me at all -- that is my only footwear unless there is snow on the ground.  Oh yes, I've been able to get my foot in there, but by the afternoon I usually regret it because of the swelling.  My foot has still never been back to normal. In fact -- sometimes my right foot likes to join in the fun.  😑  

So I am realizing that this might be my new normal.  If a month of steroids cannot bring my foot back to normal, I am not sure if it will ever be that way again.  Am I used to arthritis?  If you have seen my hands then you know that arthritis has been a part of my life since I was 25 unfortunately.  But the way it is progressing the past few years, it actually is changing me.  I am only 50, but I have been using one of those jar openers that is made for seniors for a couple years now.  I sleep with ice packs on my back.  My knees snap, crackle, and pop.  I cooked for two days for my daughter's wedding shower -- and had throbbing pain for days in my hands and feet after.  The exhaustion that didn't go away with a B12 shot. The stiffness.  The signs are all there.  

I have asked to go to a rheumatologist.  Of course, my regular doctor wants to see me before she will make the referral.  So that appointment is next week. But looking online at Mercy's rheumatology department, the wait list is long.  So I am sure that my appointment will not be soon even after the referral.  Apparently, I am not the only one falling apart.  😄 Until then, I am here.  In my velcro shoes like a toddler.  Wishing for hiking and my Chaco's this summer. 

A Bump In The Road...

 Well, it has been a few months since my last post.  Thankful to say that my last blood work and ultrasound with my kidney doctor turned out normal.  So, I am good for another 6 months.  I also turned 50 just a few days ago.  Before last year - I definitely would not have actually wrote that.  But, having a year of surgeries and recovery put things in perspective.  I am thankful to have made it through everything to be here. I am thankful for God's protection to catch problems before they are not fixable.  I actually told one of my children last year that if I made it through everything - I wanted a big birthday party for my 50th.  Well, that didn't happen....probably because I didn't plan it! 😄  

But my hope for a quite, calm year without any health issues - has a bit of a kink in my plans.  The beginning of the month, actually March 10th, my left foot started swelling.  I was at school and by my lunch break, my straps on my Chaco's were tight.  By the end of the day, my foot reminded me of my pregnant preeclampsia days.  I came up with lots of excuses not to go to the doctor.  I tried compression socks for a couple days.  I waited a whole week before going.  My foot never would go back to normal.  It was continually puffy throughout the week.  I could only wear my Teva's because the Velcro is a lot easier to adjust.

During my doctor's appointment the following week, she automatically drew bloodwork.  Which was St. Patrick's Day and Krispy Kreme had green glazed donuts for the holiday.  Which I thought would be great to share with work friends...   which did not help my sugar levels in my bloodwork. Just being honest here! 😁  Anyway - she also ordered an echocardiogram because fluid retention usually means a heart issue. 

March 25th was my echocardiogram.  The day after my 50th birthday.  As I was laying there and she was putting that jelly on my listening and taking pictures of my heart -- my thoughts went to all of the times that I was there when they did this to Kent.  My prayer was just not this Lord.  Not me.  I have seen what heart disease does.  I am a widow because of this.  All the thoughts going through my head while I laid there trying to hold it together.  The lady assured me that if it was too bad, she would get a cardiologist in there during appointment.  When she let me get dressed and ready to go, I joked that it must have been good because no on was rushing in here.  She just smiled and said, "for now."

My bloodwork came back and she also ran a heart test, the PROBNP, N Terminal.  Which normal is <125.  Mine came back <36.  Looking that up, and it seems like a positive number.  Then 24 hours later, the results came back from my echo on my Mercy App.  LV function is normal and no significant valvular disease.   🙌  Now going through and reading what the cardiologist wrote - my LV number is a low normal (55%).   I am just taking a deep breath right now.  My heart does not seem to be the issue.  My boys have been good to me knowing that this is bothering me a whole lot more than I am letting on or talk about.  It has brought up too many memories.

I still have no answers.  My foot is still sore and swelling.  I am currently waiting on another referral for another test or ultrasound.  I don't have any answers.  But - I do know who has held me together each day when I didn't know how I'd make it.  He was there at my lowest and my hardest. God will get me through this as well.