Well I guess I'm not!

A visit to Lips revealed that my premonitions were correct. The pain in my upper arm does indicate that the bone is so brittle that it can break very easily. Do you remember that I went to the first aid department on November 28 with precisely that question? "Please check my arm because it is about to break". They told me I was fine. I didn't even have to make a new appointment with my doctors. I then spent 7 weeks in extreem pain. Kiara has done a wonderful job documenting this periond of time in photographs. I spent a great deal of time om my sofa, unable to move my arms. I did my shopping, drove my car etc. not knowing that each load could have been the cause of losing my arm. Shortly after my visit to the first aid department I had a meeting with Professor Lips. I requested new scans of my shoulders which he luckily made. Last week while I was there for my follow-up meeting I heard that I had to have an urgent meeting with the Orthopedic Surgeon because I might need to have an operation. Last monday my mother and I headed to the hospital. I was extremely tense because up to now I have been so right about everything I felt. I decided that I would make a problem at the reception if it turned out that my meeting wasn't with Jiya. And low and behold...when I got there the receptionist told me that I had a meeting with another specialist. I blew up for the first time in almost 2 years, totally pissed off at their nonchalence. My tantrum, loud enough for other patients to hear, brought results.

Suddenly everybody was geared at helping me. My frustration was validated and the doctor that saw me at the first aid was tracked down and repremanded.

At the end of the day, when I went home I knew that I have to go back into surgery.

I need a pin in my upper arm. The situation is so urgent that they wanted to operate the next day. I told them that I wasn't going to do this before Christmas. So, I will be going in on the 30th of December. It feels like I am back where I started. The result of these meetings is that it has renewed our anxiety concerning the status of my health. Why did this patch grow so fast?
Why does my whole body hurt? Are my organs still OK? Am I moving towards a new fase? Where will things end up with regards to my mobility? I am starting to become the bionic woman. My mother and Marcus have been here with me, but the stress has hit them too.

Here's a picture which illustrates how they are canalizing their frustration by making beanies.

Well, I am going to celebrate Christmas first. Last night Kiara had her Christmas celebration with school. Paula and Bo came by and we had goodies afterwards. The next couple of days, Kiara and I will be staying at Marc's place and we will be going to our parents to celebrate. Kiara will be going to her dad's place afterwards, and I will be in the hospital on new years eve.

I am scared about the pain, my mobility but most of all, I am scared about complications. I hope that in January, I will be able to live to the fullest again.
And I really hope that I will still be able to pick up my art again.