Finding Dr. Right March 23 2011, 4 Comments

It's been a long couple of weeks!  I have to say that the worst part was walking around feeling broken and unbalanced while we worked our way to the perfect Doctor/Surgeon.  It was a very unsettling experience.  Your body as you knew it yesterday is not the body you have today -- and you can't fix it.  You have to find someone and trust that they can fix it for you.

Thanks to some good friends, we were first sent to "The Shoulder Guy" who graciously referred us to "The Bone Trauma Specialist."  It took a few days to get there but we knew we had found the right man for the job.  He was Dr. Wiss, Director of Orthopedic Trauma at Cedars Sinai in Los Angeles.

The night after we saw "The Shoulder Guy" I went home and just cried my eyes out.  I knew at that point that surgery was inevitable.  I missed my horse.  I was pissed I wasn't going to be able to compete.   I was tired and in pain and I was ready to be out of limbo and onto healing.  I am right handed and I wanted my right arm back.  There were a lot of things I could not do and that already was getting old. My husband just hugged me and told me everything was going to be ok.  I knew it was going to be - I had just quietly held onto the hope that this was somehow going to take care of itself.

So, the next day my husband drives my bad hair having, puffy-crying eyes, no sleep self to see Dr. Wiss.  Sitting in the room with the nurse, Tom (my husband) handed her the x-rays from the day of the accident.  "Wow!" she exclaimed.  "Finally, we get to work on something really good."  I just thought,"why does that good case have to be me?" but Tom was excited and thought it was cool that I was unique.  Great.

They took another x-ray and as Dr. Wiss walked into the room with the film he said "well, the first x-ray would have justified surgery but the broken bone had basically moved into another zip code."  There was no chance that the bones would be fusing together.  So, it was a Titanium plate and screws.  A highly successful surgery that would put the bones back in place (giving me even shoulders) but leave me with a scar and the likelihood of seeing the plate through my skin because I'm thin and my collar bones are visible.  They do take the plate out but that's a year down the line.  Then...Dr. Wiss says...and 6-8 weeks to be riding again.  At that point I couldn't have cared less if they put the plate and the screws on top of the skin.  "Let's do it!" Tom and I both said at the same time.

And as life has a tendency to do for us, Dr. Wiss told us that someone who was supposed to have hours of surgery the next day had gotten an infection and had to postpone their surgery.  An opening was available for me at 8 am the next morning.  "I'll take it" I said.  I just wanted to move on.  I had already thought about it.  I didn't want to go through 1 more day with my arm hanging off my side waiting for surgery.  And so I went through the pre-op testing and paperwork and was home in time for dinner.  Or my last meal.  Before surgery, that is.