There Was a Straw
Yesterday was Hubby’s visit to the neurologist. The news was not what I expected. Doc said he presented his case at a conference which included Neuro, Pathologists and Ortho docs. The syrnx/cyst looks good, shunt is working. The latest MRI still shows a spinal cord injury. They don’t know for sure what the cause is but suspect that it is part of his vascular disease and that the small veins flowing through the spinal cord are blocked. Doc said there is nothing more that can be done, and short of a miracle, he will not regain the use of his legs.
As I stood there sniffling and fighting back the flood of tears begging to be released, Hubby calmly told the doc that that was what he expected. He told him he knows his body, and usually rehabs quickly (which is true).
After we left and I had him and my nemesis the wheelchair tucked safely in the car, we proceeded to the podiatrist/wound care doctor. Hubby’s new custom made wheelchair has an engineering flaw. When the footrests are removed so he can exercise his legs by pedaling the chair, there is a rough edge. The edge scrapes the leg and I’ve been treating it for weeks and it will not heal. This doc told us it is a diabetic ulcer and the leg is infected. She feels we can treat it from home with dressings and antibiotics. Strike two for the day.
When the dust finally settled from our adventures, I asked Hubby what he thought. He told me with firm resolve that he was going to walk again. Not just with a walker, but on his own. He is absolutely determined to beat the odds. I hope, I pray and my heart aches for him, as there is nothing I can do to help.
So there was another straw, but it did not break us. There will not be a third strike today. If anyone can accomplish this medically impossible feat it will my husband. He has a spirit and a strength that I can’t help but admire. We will get through yet another new normal together.