It wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
After months of nearly constant lower back pain that increasingly worsened, trips to two doctors (my PCP and my orthopaedic doctor), X-rays, and a CT scan, I made an appointment with the spine surgeon who’d operated on my neck eight years ago. That surgery went well, and I was able to resume my normal life after recovery. I’d hoped the same would be true this time.
“I want to walk and hike again without pain,” I told the nurse who compiled my information. As well as sleep without the constant ache that invaded my slumber and woke me up through the night.
“I can’t promise you that,” she said.
Surgery wasn’t an option. Operating on the lower back, as opposed to operating on the neck, is a totally different ballgame.
There is no cure for my diagnosis: degenerative arthritis, also called osteoarthritis. Add to the mix scoliosis, a slight curving of the spine in same area as the arthritis. This, I was told, is probably why I have pain, stiffness, and a feeling of instability when I wake up or when I work at the kitchen counter. The back brace I bought helps some.
Instead of surgery, what the doctor prescribed was physical therapy, cortisone shots, and various medications. No quick fix.
No fix at all, as far as I was concerned. I’d rather pursue natural remedies when it comes to health issues. I wanted to avoid the injections. Research into the prescribed medicines revealed two of the three would interact with my blood pressure medicine.
What it boils down is a lifestyle change. Just what I want as I approach the seventh decade of life.
Of course I had my grumbling, complaining, pouting sessions. I’ve been grumbling and complaining for months. My poor little flock (I’m the lay pastor for a small church in Punxsutawney)—they graciously listened to me gripe every week. And DH—the word longsuffering was coined for this man.
Time to put on my big girl britches and deal with it. Learn to live with it. Without kvetching.
Forge a new normal. Alter my horizons, change my goals, adjust the pace at which I tackle my day. Shorten that to-do list and incorporate physical therapy, exercise, walking, stretches, rest, and meal planning. Educate myself through research.
In addition to pursuing my dream of writing. Sitting for long periods of time is a no-no, but unfortunately that’s par for the writer’s course. So I bought a Fitbit, which reminds me to get up and walk every hour.
It never ceases to amaze me how God meets us in our deepest valleys.
As I wrestled with the diagnosis and the resulting life changes this past week, God led me to Day 4: “Don’t Pray Away.” Batterson related the story of a couple whose three-year-old son fell from a second-story window and was permanently paralyzed.
Here’s what John Tiller, the father, wrote: “It was time to accept his current condition and choose to live life with disability.… Instead of getting discouraged or getting angry, I choose to look for what God can do.”
“Sometimes,” wrote Batterson, “the purpose of prayer is to get out of circumstances, but more often than not, the purpose of prayer is to get us through them.”
There was nothing random about choosing this selection on that particular day, a day when I needed those words the most.
What a God!
Lord, please give me “the grace to sustain me, the strength to stand firm, and the willpower to keep on keeping on.”* It is only through Your grace and strength I can do this. Amen.
*From “Don’t Pray Away,” The 40-Day Prayer Challenge by Mark Batterson, p. 34.
Read and reflect on 2 Corinthians 12:7–10.
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