In December of 1993, at the age of 37, I sustained a serious back injury while working as an RN. The hospital forced me to work for 3 hours before I was relieved of duty. As soon as I could I then had an X-ray taken, which showed a broken bone with a herniated disk at L5S1 in my lower back.
After loosing my pulse points in my right leg months later, I was forced to have surgery. As I was going under anesthesia, a resident I detested and who I considered dangerous, walked into the OR with a malicious grin on his face as if to say, “It’s payback time.” This man did not like me for I had made it clear what a bafoon I thought him to be [along with all other ICU nurses in my unit]. My heart rate spiked in sheer panic. I would have jumped off that surgical table, refusing to allow this resident to do surgery on me. However, it was too late. Anesthesia had taken hold and under I went.
The Chief Resident who I explicitly trusted allowed an incompetent junior resident do my surgery. Within 24 hours post surgery, razor sharp pain in my back and right leg, had copious sweat pouring off of me. The floor resident along with the nurses left me in agonizing pain for hours. Their excuse? It was not time for my next pain injection. The callousness displayed towards me was terrifying. When the Chief Resident walked into my room and assessed I was in huge trouble, his face went red with anger. He turned on his heel and shouted at the staff to immediately get me pain relief and schedule an MRI stat. Oh yes, the shit hit the fan and more then one person got in serious trouble for not paging him.
Nothing was found on the MRI. After being discharged on the 5th day of hospitalization, the boiling shaft of pain continued. Another surgery was scheduled months later. That too was unsuccessful. I became bed bound for almost 2 years, unable to weight bear on my right leg. Despair and drugs were my reality. When I knew I would die if I did not force myself out of that bed and get off those drugs, my fighting spirit took hold.
Years passed. Pain at times was so extreme I wanted to die. Those were very dark times. Despite that darkness, however, determination kept rising to the forefront as I tenaciously fought against the infinite odds. I just wouldn’t give up. Exercise, walking, improving my diet, supplements, healers, all assisted me to keep walking and healing. I stayed as far away from allopathic doctors as possible who only demanded more surgery was the answer.
Today, I am no longer a young woman as 25 years have passed by. Too many hells, obstacles, and heart-breaking disappointments occurred to even consider writing about, yet through it all, I did not give up, [except for those very dark moments]. I would attain my health back, no matter what! I kept fine tuning every single means assisting me to obtain my goal until my unique regimen gave me the goal I set upon … that of health.
Today, for the first time since December 6, 1993, my hope is the strongest it’s ever been that I truly will be healed. Yes, I have limitations yet, the Gratitude I hold in my Heart knows no bounds that I am walking, living a very active fulfilling life. The moral of this story is, no matter how bleak the going gets, no matter what doctors tell you, always always listen to your Heart and follow your Inner Guidance. And do not give up!
For your viewing pleasure, I included a gallery with some very special flowers and proof of my creativity when recently I brought my camera with me into my gardens. Please do enjoy. Just getting down to the ground to take these pictures, is a Miracle.
Photography/ “Climbing Mt. Everest”/ July 2019©AmyRose Photography