So as i sat in the clinic waiting for my name to be called - all sorts of things started going through my mind.If surgery was required - well i knew that it would be,I just wasnt aware to what degree - when would it have to be done and how long would it take for me to recover fully.
I tended not to pay too much to what the doctors had told,after what had happened the last time.They had told me that I would be back on my feet within a matter of weeks.............if only that were true.
As my mind went back to what I had gone through a little over a year ago,i started to question if I was going to be strong enough to put my self through that again.But then I realised that I didnt really have a choice anymore.
At the request of my parents,I had gone for a 2nd opinion with the neuro whio had done my Dad's spinal surgery at a private hospital.I had to gather up all my scans and xrays and listen to his prognosis.At the end of it all,he concurred with what my neuro's had said,but he gave me 3 options.He told me that the condition was not life threatening.But it was a debilitating one.He said to me that i had done very well to have made it 'this far' - i have heard that so many times before - but exactly how far is that,and how much further??
I had one of 3 choices: make peace with it and do nothing about it,and probably end up in a wheelchair or worse inside the next 10 years - having no bladder control at all,and probably ending up with MS;have an exploratory op done to see how bad the condition is on the inside and make a decision after that;have a full scale op to detether the spinal cord,based on evidence of scans and things - but knowing that whatever damage has been done up to now - could not be reversed.
Well,well..................decisions,decisions.So naturally i opted for the second choice.
Which turned out to be the wrong choice,as they had ended up doing a bit of a hatchet job on my and did more harm than good.I could take no action against them though,as they make you sign your life away before the surgery.
Anyway,all this went through my mind,as I sat on my chair - with this beaming child in front of me.This child had no idea what he was going to be in for ,for the rest of his life - my only hope was that his care givers and the Lord above could look after him,and provide for him.
As if in a day dream,I felt a nudge on my arm.I looked up and saw the face of the man next to me.
"I think they are calling you..................."