...there was a girl named Ina & she walked several blocks to school, but had to stop several times on the way home because her leg would hurt and she would stop to pet all the cute kitties along the way. She was told that she had growing pains. Finally, it was discovered that she had CHD- congenital hip dysplasia. At the age of 9, she had several surgeries and stayed in the hospital for a total of 3 yrs.
She had body cast, 1/2 cast, leg traction, pins in her hip, wheelchairs, crutches, pain, & a bad attitude. She lived in L.A. on the Sunset Strip at the Childrens Rehap Hospital. She had a trusty side-kick and her name was Thelma. Boy, Oh, Boy! Did those girls get into trouble... they would escape on their wheelchair & gurney. Oh! The places they would go... up on the roof-tops, bus rides down the strip, where ever they could get those hands to take them.
Ina was told that she would never walk again... She always hated for people to tell her no, or what to do, so she proved them wrong, but she couldn't get away from the arthritis & her hip deteriorating, so now she has to have a THR- total hip replacement.
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Just curious....why did you wait so long for THR? My journey wasn't nearly as painful as yours......that is so sad...your hospital story. Did the surgeries make you worse? It sounds like that is the case. I do want to hear more.....this is all very interesting.
ReplyDelete~Laura
Finally wandered over to your blog (i've seen your name on hipwomen). I can totally relate to your "hipjourney". I was lucky - went through all the pins & traction and surgery and crap (mostly) when I was 3. So I don't remember the details, luckily. My mom also worked at the same hospital, so I think that helped make things a bit better for me.
ReplyDeleteI was also told I'd never walk again by the first OS. Second said I'd be able to walk short distances, but also said I could do whatever I put my mind to, no restrictions, and the more I did the better off I'd be because the muscles would learn to compensate for the bones. I'm stubborn like you, so I did what I could and that gradually increased. When I was in college I learned to skate and took up ice hockey. The next time my mom ran into my ped OS in the hall of the hospital and he asked how I was doing, she told him I was playing hockey. My mom said he was totally dumbfounded, but really glad I'd taken advantage of the freedom he'd given me!
I'm really glad to have found everyone's blogs. Hearing about your experiences really helps when making plans for what to do now!
I love your photos. I have some lovely pictures of me in my trusty red wagon (I was small at 3) with my preschool classmates. Apparently at that age all they wanted to know was how I went to the bathroom!
Best wishes for your recovery and thanks for posting all the info about your hip, past & present, on your blog!