No Surgery :-(
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
I can't even remember (how pathetic!) if I posted in a blog that I was finally, finally going to have hip replacement surgery. I have been so happy and excited - I have suffered for such a long time. I can't walk without help, and just about everything I do (like climbing into my car) is very painful. I can't even sleep without pain. So knowing that I had surgery scheduled made me really happy.
However, there have been quite a few roadblocks. The saying, "We plan; God laughs," is very applicable here. I had to get some pre-op testing done, which I knew about and even had scheduled. And, the Sunday before (December 15th), the bloodmobile came to my church. I always like to donate blood. My son, my daughter, and I have all had at least one transfusion in the past, and I want to give back. So I donated blood. No big deal, right?
Alas, I had forgotten the pre-op bloodwork. The Wednesday after that Sunday, I had a CBC done, and lo and behold! I was anemic, thanks to the blood donation. I was kicking myself for having been so stupid as to donate blood, but I just didn't think. Unfortunately, I am noted for that.
So my surgeon called me up and said, you're anemic, and this is a problem. I explained that I had just donated blood, and he said my counts needed to be in the normal range before the surgery, which at the time was scheduled for January 8th. I was sure they could be, and started taking iron, on his advice. However, I hadn't counted on getting sick. From December 23rd to the 29th, I was flat in bed, vomiting often, and not eating. So when I had the follow-up CBC done on December 31st, I wasn't terribly surprised that I was still somewhat anemic, although my counts had gotten significantly better, in spite of not eating or even moving, for so long.
But the surgeon said no, I was still too anemic for the surgery. The next open date was January 27th. We re-scheduled the flight, booked a place to stay, and I took iron pills every day. I had no doubt that my blood would be just fine the next time. So I once again got a CBC this past Monday (January 20th, three weeks after the last one). Well, God was clearly laughing. My counts were actually *lower* than they had been on the 31st. Not a lot lower, but lower.
My surgeon said no, no surgery, and he thinks there is something wrong with me. My counts shouldn't have gone down in three weeks of being well and eating normally. Not to mention taking iron every day! He won't even consider surgery unless and until I get myself checked out. I am freaking out, imagining internal bleeding and cancer. Which isn't at all farfetched, given my genetics. But how completely bizarre that I had enough hemoglobin to donate blood just a bit over a month ago, and now I am apparently seriously anemic. Just bizarre! So I am seeing someone in my doctor's office tomorrow. I admit I am worried, and still so disappointed that I can't get my hip fixed and my pain taken away. :-(