Saturday morning may have begun at our local community urgent care but soon turned into a run to the emergency room 65 miles further down the road. Bless my daughter for driving the second leg because the past three weeks have been nonstop blood tests, appointments, and procedures. I'm tired and I know Gary's feelIng the strain. This is living with superficial siderosis.
While Gary's superficial siderosis isn't the culprit this time (surgery last week) he doesn't bounce back like healthy folks. He's always weaker along with no longer healing quickly. Strangely, the surgery was textbook smooth and problem free. Yes, too good to be true.
The long Road To Here
We married while Gary was in the Navy in the late 70's. To be honest we've spent the majority of our lives together. We traveled to Texas from California with two toddlers, a dog, a cat, and everything we owned in an old van. Ready to face the world - always together.
We worked hard, bought a house, then bought a nicer house, and in 1991 opened a restaurant. Gary was working while helping me run our new business when he began complaining of a pain from his neck into his shoulder.
His doctor discovered a walnut sized tumor growing around his spinal cord at the C2-C3 area of his neck. After a five hour surgery he was tumor free but had developed a bubble at the base of his head. Spinal fluid would leak from the surgical site, traveling in and out under his skin. We were assured there was nothing to worry about. Life went on.
Changes
2001 brought the onset of horrible headaches. Gary revisited his neurosurgeon for an updated MRI and review of his records. The bubble had developed into a pseudomeningeocle. The pressure change brought on by the movement of his spinal fluid was the problem.
The first surgery had been so hard Gary made the decision to live with the pain rather than go under again. We should have bought stock in the manufacturer of Tylenol.
Gary made his first visit to an ENT in 2003 for a strange ringing in his ears. His doctor couldn't pinpoint a reason so Gary left with learn to live with it. This was to become a cycle for the next ten years.
A Never-ending Search For Answers
Every year brought a new mystery symptom and a new parade of doctors. Hospitalization for a very rough episode of rotational vertigo finally led us to ENT number three and a diagnosis of a vestibular disturbance- origin unknown.
The tinnitus was soon joined by hearing loss, weird smells, acid reflux, sleep apnea, and the ever present headaches. The vertigo went dormant but Gary could no longer tolerate the carnival rides I loved. His yearly hearing test just provided a visual reminder of his disturbing downward trend.
In late 2013 our ENT decided his hearing decline was accelerating so a referral to a specialized otolaryngologist was indicated. A decision was made to return to the neurosurgeon for an updated MRI first to rule out another tumor.
The neurosurgeon was honest when he said he had expected to see a new tumor on the MRI. Everything looked fine so we could plan on the trip into Dallas to see the otolaryngologist.
We returned home with a copy of the MRIs and radiologist reports on a CD. Gary being Gary popped it into his laptop and read the reports.
It was early 2014 and a radiologist had our answer.
Gary was still able to work but his vision and balance began to show early signs of what was to come. We began planning for when he would have to leave his job. His employer modified his job duties but by early 2015, flying out-of-state or driving long hours became too unsafe. Gary tendered his resignation with regret.
Our Road Continues
I write today, sitting in yet another ER, waiting on an ambulance to carry Gary to another hospital. We continue to face this long road together because we will always be a part of each other. This is our life living with superficial siderosis.
We'll continue to face this long road here with all of you too because we understand the frustration, confusion, or helpless feelings you face. No one should face this journey alone.
I still
Believe There Is Hope