What do a run, a walk and a sneeze all have in common?
For me, these days they are the kind of simple acts that bring me to my knees.
Last October, 10 months following the hip replacement that was forced upon me after a secondary breast cancer diagnosis (yep, the tumour in my femur was a secondary BC), I was walking along at a nice pace on the treadmill. I felt good. I’d been trying to lose weight and was succeeding so I thought I’d ramp things up a bit and get some kilometres in on the old “tready”.
I was walking briskly and building up more confidence, so a bit of a run (more like a shuffle really) was the next obvious step – well it was for me — not so much for the physiological and orthopaedic surgeon I saw in the weeks following my brazen trot!
At the time, it didn’t quite feel right. Did I stop? Well not really — maybe I could run it out! What a brilliant idea that was because this is how it ended – on crutches!
For weeks I hobbled around, sure I’d done something more than just pulled a few muscles. After seeing the physio and then the GP (who sent me for x-rays to check what my moment of madness did to me), I made my way to my surgeon who believed it was bone spur (that grew on my femur after surgery) was aggravated by my attempt to run. His advice — don’t run! “Can I never run again?” “Maybe not”
Well not that I ever really loved running — but I did love running around a tennis court. Only time will tell if I can ever get back on one in any decent capacity.
So, I took it easy. For months.
A couple of months ago (so about four months after the running disaster) I went for a walk. A long walk while my daughter was at netball training. Did my hip hurt? A bit! But it turns out the hop wasn’t the problem. It seems my bid to get active again resulted in the overloading of the muscles the run across my 11th and 12th rib on the other side of my body as it tried to take the load of the exercise that my injured hip on the left side couldn’t bare. At least we think that’s what happened! I have bone scans this week that will show if there’s anything more.
But that’s where the sneezing comes in. About 10 minutes ago – literally – I sneezed and it felt like those muscles ripped yet again. The burning pain is debilitating. Strong painkillers just to sleep yet again it is.
This disease really is one that just keeps on giving.
But, I am trying my best not to let it get in the way of having some kind of life. I don’t want my kids looking back at their childhood with reminders about how mum couldn’t do things because she was in pain. Sometimes they know I’m struggling, but most of the time they don’t. They’re strong.
I know I have some amazing people in my life who enable me to keep things as real as possible. People who have always and continue to be there for me. Some of them are family, many of them are friends – friends who are more like family and who often fill that void!