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Career, Job, Employment InformationA Time of Self Healing, Hope and Reflection
by:
LadyCamelot
In March of 2000, I was abraded during a retail management career. Though I didn't cognize it at the time, this accident would-be change my life forever. Departure activity to go the hospital, I had lost use of my entire right side. My limbs were wholly numb. What a atrocious escapade. Once there, I was not given the proper care which in turn led a spinal myelopathy at the C-2 level of my spine. Little did they nor I cognize that a disjointed shoulder could do this severe damage.
As time wore on, I continuing
to activity with the subluxation. Unbeknownst to me, this was further damaging the spinal cord. After I had surgery to finally repair the dislocation 6 months later, I suffered bad after-effects, including pluerisy and stomach lining destruction from all the medications.
Eventually, they (physicians) accomplished that I wasn't acquiring any better. After many
months of physical therapy, endocrine injections, too galore anti-emflammatories, and dozens of doctor's visits, I was finally given an MRI.
The MRI showed that I had a lesion at the C-2 level. Initially, the radiotherapist had thought that I had suffered from one of two things: either I had a demylenating process such as Multiple Sclerosis, OR I had suffered remote trauma to the spine from an injury.
Immediately following the radiologist's opinion, my worker's compensation born
me. They naturally assumed that all of my ailments were due to an MS diagnosing of a radiologist's opinion. Inside
two months following this MRI, I was critical. The same thing that happened to me the day of my shoulder luxation
was happening again. This time, I was wholly paralyzed.
Church members and family rallied for me and prayed for me. There I lie, in a cold hospital bed acquiring Solumedrol pumped-up into an IV. The next morning, I was sent house in a wheelchair. Unable to walk and barely had use of my arms. I had to continue the IV treatment at house - but would-be it work? This, on
with high doses of Prednisone, Neurontin and multiple another medications...I found myself two days later back in the Emergency Room. This time, I nearly died.I had gone into Steroidal-induced seizures. I felt like a dying roach egg laying on a cold block
of steel. My legs and arms were shaking and jerking uncontrollably like leaves on a tree. This was decidedly not supposed to happen. Had I waited more longer to go in, I may not have ready-made it through the morning. Disgusted, tired and filled full of anger, I wanted to die - until that day. Once
I saw death staring back at me. Breathing in my face and taunting me. It was at that moment, that I accomplished the value of life. My children looked up to me in the past. I was always the "strong one." Once
they needful help, it was I that they turned to. Now, these young preteens were assisting me. I took it with a grain of salt though. I knew one day I would-be walk again. And that day was right about the corner.My brain doctor told me to "...get used to the wheelchair...this is indefinite..." At first, I believed him, but in my heart, I wanted to challenge those words. I, on
with friends and family, continuing
to pray. To tell you the extremeness of my myelopathic lesion, it is in the exact same spot wherever
Patron saint Reeves has his.Through research, I threw myself not only into my writing, but I found a group of folk on the web going through similar problems. One gentleman, in retrospect, saved my life. Through emails, he brought me up everytime I was down. He sent me arobic bands that would-be help me to sustain my muscles as they had already diminished from the paralysis. Little by little, I physically forced myself to do these exercises. God must've given me the strength, as I began to regain several feeling in my legs. Miraculously, inside
4 months, I was walking. Slowly, but surely, I had managed to pull myself from the trenches. Nothing short from a miracle, I am still walking today. After the publication of my sacred
book of poetry, to my physical display of prayer, I am here now - alive and mostly well. Though I do have setbacks here and there. Still have to take medications for the rest of my life. I still have residual times of palsy and numbness, but nothing that leads me to a wheelchair. I now suffer from heart complications due to the myelopathy, and I was forced to file bankruptcy due to worker's compensation throwing in the towel on my healthcare. But today, I am still in the fight...and this time, I am going to win the battle. In a few months, I wish be going to a hearing commission on behalf of injuries sustained on the job. At this time, through the admission of not one, but two extremely
declarated Neurologists, I am confident that workers' compensation wish have to incur the medical care and loss of wages for me. Even as with all that I have had to endure, I ne'er
lost my faith in God. Possibly it is He who sustained me through all of it. I suppose the fact that I now walk should be evidence enough. And I give thanks Him everyday for my endurance, stamina and ability to still be able to communicate on a worldly basis.
Just about THE AUTHOR
Author/Writer of promulgated Sacred
Book of Poetry, "Windows to the Soul," (Ebooks2go.com)She is promulgated in several literary books, websites, and is celebrated for her poem, "Tears of Liberty," now residing in Ellis Island as a memorial American Nation as a whole. See more of her articles at www.holisticjunction.com or her personal webpage: http://hometown.aol.com/ladycamelot/LCQuest.html
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