I’ll be away for an undetermined amount of time. The surgeon tells me it could be six weeks or six months. I’m thinking positive and made a large purchase of office supplies today.
I’ve been working with Dragon. We’re not on a first-name basis. Hopefully we’ll become intimate.
I’m looking forward to this surgery. Chronic pain and I are not friends. I have high hopes this surgery will resolve the problem.
Briefly, the pinched nerves in my right elbow will be moved from one side of the elbow to the other. They are the culprit causing the carpel tunnel syndrome. In turn the carpel tunnel syndrome may be what’s causing the neuropathy in the palm of my right hand and it would be marvelous to have feeling again.
During the same surgery, nerves will be repaired in four fingers on the right hand and on top of the same hand.
I’ve been on this particular surgeon’s schedule since mid-December and I pray I’ve waited for the right guy. He’s supposed to be the best in a multiple state area. I’m holding onto my faith.
I recognize many of our returning soldiers from over a decade long war don’t have the luxury of choice I have. They have nothing left to work with other than artificial limbs. The loss of the use of my right arm and hand has given me a new understanding of what I expected of my right hand and arm in my everyday life.
I miss my right hand and all that goes with it every day.
Most of all, I miss being able to feel my husband’s face. I miss being able to keep up with my fair share of responsibilities around the house. I miss gardening and I miss holding a book comfortably. I long to pick up my little dog and hold her close and remind her every day how much I love her. But most of all, I miss touch and how it feels. I miss feeling the keys under my fingers as I type and the list goes on . . .
Until I return with new blogs of my own, I’ll continue reading your blogs. My comments will be brief, if any. Know that I’m out here and I treasure each and every one of you. Your blogging friend, Sheri