Maintaining Perspective

I’ve gotten some questions about whether I might try to come back to the US to do the tendon transfer. For a variety of reasons, my answer is no.

The first reason is that I like this doctor. When you’re getting cut open, that’s important. He has no control over how the health system is here and he’s done his best to try to work it as much as he can to get me surgery as soon as possible.

The second reason is that in the US I’d probably have to pay for it. The “gold standard” for treating foot drop is an ankle-foot orthotic (AFO). I have two of them and I don’t find either comfortable. However, because the “gold standard” is the AFO, the tendon transfer would likely be considered an elective procedure and not medically necessary. The surgery doesn’t require an overnight stay, but even short of that, I’m looking at thousands upon thousands of dollars.

The third reason is that surgery in the US isn’t without its scheduling complications either. My fusion surgery date was changed and as a result, the insurance paperwork took months to sort it. The claim was denied initially and that meant I couldn’t get a refund I was owed from the hospital.

Is the system here perfect? No. They’ve had a population surge without a corresponding increase in facilities or doctors. They are working on it.

Does it suck that I’m in limbo with this? Absolutely. We’ve made plans which are now being jacked up because the surgery didn’t happen as we planned. However, nothing is a disaster. We can work with things as they are. We paid an assload of money for a plane ticket for my babysitter, but we aren’t changing the flight. Mr. Lyndsy will still be out of town and I don’t like being here by myself. (I never like sleeping anywhere by myself. Yes, I am still afraid of the dark.) Now I’ll have company for the week.

I go back to the doctor tomorrow to see if we can get a date. Maybe this time a date certain. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

I really do believe that things happen (or don’t happen, as the case may be) for a reason. If the surgery wasn’t meant to happen on Saturday, it wasn’t meant to. I don’t have to understand why. I just need to continue to trust that things that happen are for my benefit. That’s just about always worked out for me in the past.