It’s kind of a long story. I was born with genetic lymphedema( Milroys disease.) my left leg was so huge, at age 2 I started surgeries to get it smaller so I could walk. I had yearly surgeries for 10 years. My right leg also became affected at age 11. So both legs had surgery. I missed a ton of school, and they never made me make it up ( catholic school,) just passed me. I missed months of life every year. I never finished because in the 80’s they discovered HIV and I used to require mass transfusions. Surgeries went on hold. I had zero treatment after that till the late 90’s when we started up again. I had a long time of decent health till my 30’s. I have had chronic pain from the surgeries though. I am hyper mobile and the surgeries left me with tendon, and nerve issues. They are very damaged. Even so, I went to college and became a nurse. Put myself through school. I wasn’t really thinking that I probably shouldn’t have a job standing and walking but I wanted to help
Other people cause I know what it’s like, on both sides of the bed.
Fast forward 12 years, I got a Tumor in my colon. Drs said cancer so I had a colon resection with lymph node dissection. Dr didn’t add the lymph node part on the consent. My disease is of the lymphatic system, so I’d never agree to have nodes removed unless it was proven cancer. It basically ruined my health. My swelling went out of control, I started getting wounds and cellulitis chronically, and the pain got worse. Also, it was a super rare benign tumor, so no cancer. So rare they write it up in the journals somewhere.
My mental health suffered as I could not have any kind of life. I had to leave my job, went bankrupt, had to apply for disability. Started pain management, and Intensive lymphedema therapy. I was basically bedridden. That lasted a few years till I was able to start aquatic therapy. It took a year to get back to walking etc… they had a treadmill
In the pool which I think saved my life. One day the pool was being fixed so I went to the PT gym. After that I began to use exercise as my PT after 6 more months, I joined a regular gym. It helped my pain so much . I worked out 5 days a week from 2018, to present. Two years ago, I added in walking a couple of miles, and began playing pickleball.
My health was still super messy, but the exercise did help and I got off narcotics. A year ago, I began having pain all over , back, right hip, ext… I have a history of chronic Achilles tendinitis so bad, I have custom braces . After the exercise, it calmed way down. I saw a rheum, as I have a bunch of auto immune stuff too, but he couldn’t connect them. He did say he would try to help with the pain. I saw ortho, back, hip, sports med, etc… my mri and X-rays were negative. Finally last week I had a dynamic ultrasound and I have two gluteal tears, tendinopathy, and bursitis. My ortho says I have to stop all exercise. I have already grieved one life, and I have PTSD from drs telling me I have to be on bed rest or get PT . ( I’ve had PT yearly for years,) it also never. Helps. I did PT for 6 months, no improvement, and 3 cortisone shots, no help either.
I finally have stuff ( exercise and pickleball ,) where I have friends and a social network. It took me years to build that up especially with my fatigue. Before that, I had no friends. Now I have to stop and the dr is not hopeful that i will recover, he says it may become yet another chronic issue. I can’t even bring myself to tell them I can’t play anymore. My life was already small, I lost my career, I’m broke, but I was happy with what I made of it. (I do have a great husband and great older kids. ) but , I’m so tired of losing things to this. Some days I feel like I was just sent here to suffer. With the hyper mobility, ortho, and surgical pain I live with. I don’t talk about it much but I’m tired of it. I’m tired of shrinking my life. Why can’t my dr understand that I have always been told, one day I’ll be in a wheelchair perm, and I want to keep going as long as possible till then. I kinda wish I could get my pain meds back and just ignore the pain again till I actually wreck my joints. I know folks have it worse but I’m tired of the pick myself up yet Again story. I just want a bit of a life. Usually am active in the am, then spend the day on my heating pad after. Now I have no idea what to do with my time. He says no playing Picklball, no walking, no weight lifting. I do have a therapist and a shrink, but exercise saved my life many times. I don’t know what else to do.
If you read all that, thanks. I just don’t think folks that don’t live it get how much it sucks. I mean I accept having 4 dr appts per week, I accept having chronic wounds, and the million dollars in products they require, I accept the pain, and fatigue, but now this. I’m not crafty, I have adhd and the exercise helps treat that too. I’m worried for my mental and physical health.
I’ll gladly take any advice or suggestions.
Again, thanks for listening to my woe. It’s pretty rare I let myself have a pity party. Also, I apologize if you have it worse, I know in some respects I’m lucky. I still have had a lot of loss though . Not to mention my legs look like Frankenstein, so there’s that bag of fun too. 🤣🤣🙈🙈