noun re·vi·sion \ri-ˈvi-zhən\
Simple Definition of revision
: a change or a set of changes that corrects or improves something
: a new version of something : something (such as a piece of writing or a song) that has been corrected or changed
: study of information that was studied before
The past few days found me waxing poetic; a combination of spring fever and the overdue calming of a recent series of severe lower back exacerbations, on what was declared in 2008, after a 3rd lower back surgery, a "failed low back". I have gradually adjusted to living with the chronic pain, and the hills and valleys; still, over the past few months I have had flare-ups which forced me immobile. Days separated the January tweak* and the February tweak, and the February tweak made the extra Leap day in the month feel as long as a month of
The very real shift in pain and mobility which signals a healing pattern is so reassuring, as sometimes in the early days, long nights of these reinjuries I have a very real fear I may not heal; return to the level of lousy I had found an acceptance.
I spent several years looking for solutions for the 'intractable/chronic back pain, failed lower back' diagnosis; physical therapy, aqua therapy, injections, second through umpteenth opinions. Each and every opinion concluded there was nothing to do which would improve my spine, and many suggestions that further surgery, even therapy would cause greater damage and decline. My surgeon suggested a three plus level fusion "may" stabilize the area, yet he was very hesitant and honestly stated it could make things worse. A year
The above backstory truly bores me, and only serves the purpose to try to convey how it feels to have yesterday afternoon, with no obvious provocation, my lowerback to go downhill in a barrel. It is still declining, the pain gathering severity and momentum, each hour today.
Yesterday morning I was planning my bath for today; I had hoped to finally attend my son's
It is so much more than my life being compressed between a rock and a hard place. It is my husband's and sons'. My elderly mom who I have seen less than a handful of times this year,
He nor his brother have seen any movie, tv series, lecture in school,
My surgeon has consistently helped me get to the real root of these problems, but as he has said repeatedly over the past handful of years, there are not positive outcomes available at this stage; any surgeries are only to prevent further damage to the spinal cord itself, not to mention the many many nerves which travel up and down and exit into my extremities.
So the whole REVISION concept not only applies to an openness to a surgery consult (again), but to a long and hard fought acceptance of living with spine disability and severe daily pain. It has taken months but eventually I get 'ok' with things. I learn my limitations, I learn to plan accordingly, I slowly slowly at a snail's pace learn to accept myself as a decent, even courageous human, doing my very best, instead of living in shame. And then I begin declining again. F---!
I have to say though I still have the confidence of spirit which had slipped through my fingers for many months this past year I am not at all feeling ok about this. I want to heal, get better! I want to have time in front of me when and after I have learned to live and accept shitty daily pain and a life unexpected, (without most of the activities I had always associated with joy and adventure and how I would parent). I want to have TIME to LIVE with what I have ACCEPTED! NOT TO GET WORSE! I AM TIRED OF GOING FROM BAD TO WORSE!, SCARED SHITLESS of what is in front of me!
So revision. I studied, really studied Buddhism. I understand life is nothing but change. I understand the root of all unhappiness is suffering, and that some of this suffering is optional, especially if one can get rid of their expectations and accept life as it is each day. Thank Goodness I studied Buddhism.
Revision. Today my boys are healthy, typically self-centered enough to not suffer my suffering too much. Today my husband still loves and cares for me and maybe knows as much as he has ever known how very much I love him and how he is the most courageous person in this house. Tomorrow my son can stay after school for brain bowl and likely get a ride home, so no more or different transportation problems than any other week this year. My brother has offered to help next week when we might really need some help with rides, not to mention a cheerleader in the crowd. I have many meaningful things I can do here in my comfortable bed, without moving: creative writing, going through my creative writing book of all books, WONDERBOOK, drawing with my gorgeous birthday pencils. Writing on this blog; learning the patience to 'save as draft', reread, and post tomorrow. Revision.
Revision does not come easily to me; I am a first draft sort of person. It has taken much time and more regret for me to learn that anything I create gets better when I take the time to reread, revise. When I put aside any attachment I have to the first draft and trust I will not lose what is golden, I will only have the chance to shine it up a bit. Maybe I can trust this process with my life as I have slowly but surely learned with writing and art. Maybe I can apply the concept to my parenting, because in all honesty I still judge myself most often with my original expectation of myself as an able bodied mother. I am not. Able hearted yes; body, not even in the same ball park. Maybe I can revise this; at least learn to pause, center my heart. But in the meantime, today I can be glad for a life spirit which reminds me in the midst of increasing pain, revision can be ok. Sometimes it can even make things better.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading this far; comments welcome. Until tomorrow!!