It has been a while since I droned on about my health issues, so no time like the present. Since the arrival of Michael Perry, my mysterious pain has been a million times better. I, however, am far from cured. I figure I'm back to where I was this time last year. I'm in pain, but still going on about life. Trust me, after too many months in bed, going on about my life is something for which I am very thankful.
Now that there are no babies on the way, it is time to find a full cure. So the only item on my list for Santa is a cure for my two years of mystery pain (I saved all my other gifts for my list for Scott). Santa is trying to deliver my gift a wee bit early - in the name of Dr. John Steege. He is the head of the UNC Pelvic Pain Center. He is one of the nation's top docs for treating "unique" (code word for we don't know what's wrong) cases of chronic pelvic pain. In other words, he's the doc for me and my problems. Lucky, for me Santa put this great doctor just a few miles from our house. I have had two appointments at the pain center and so far they still have don't know the root cause of my pain - but we have a plan to figure out.
On Dec. 10th, Dr. Steege will perform pain mapping surgery. It is a procedure where they not only take a look inside to try and figure out what's wrong - but they also ask me personally what hurts. I will be (partially) awake during that part of the surgery and hopefully be able to point them to the problem. Once they find the exact problem, it will be time to send me off for a good deep sleep and then the surgeon will do his magic and fix me up once and for all.
At least that is the theory. Though this is not a guaranteed cure, the process is successful most of the time. After seeing just about every doctor in the area, I am convinced that Dr. Steege is finally the right doc for my problem. So now that Santa has delivered up the doctor and my appointment in the OR, I just need Santa to throw in a little bit of luck that Dr. Steege and his team will figure out the problem on Dec. 10th and fix it on the spot.
With me facing yet another surgery, it is a bit of a mad dash around here. This time around we have 3 kids not 2, and we have that whole "get ready for the holidays thing happening." So right now, it feels like Dec. 20th, I'm in a mad dash to get the gifts bought, wrapped, and shipped. As far as the Harrell Christmas - this year if it ain't done by Dec. 9 it ain't getting done. Because as of Dec. 10, I'm back on the couch for a while.
I'm sure hoping that I'm on Santa's nice list. If he delivers on all of my wishes, I'll be cured and on my way to a full recovery by the time he loads up his sleigh.
That is life in the stroller lane. Lots of love.