Surgery again!

When arriving at Glenferrie Private hospital for my surgery I was not as nervous as I had been for my first hip surgery.. I think that going through the surgery process previously made me feel more at ease as I knew that I would first be admitted by the nurse who would put tags on my wrist and right ankle (which unfortunately reminded me a lot of TV shows when they show a body at the morgue!!) and make me drink a disgusting mix of fizzy stuff, then the anaesthetist would visit and ask me multiple times if I had any allergies to medications and finally just prior to being wheeled in DY would pop in and say G'day and reassure me that I was in good hands. A big arrow was drawn with red texta on my left leg pointing up to my hip. I jokingly asked if this was to make sure that DY operated on the correct hip and I got a very serious "yes it is" reply! I had invited a colleague from work who was my physiotherapist to view the surgery as I believed that it would be a great opportunity for him to learn from DY. The staff assured me that I would be all set up to "preserve my dignity" before he would be allowed into the room.

I was 2nd on the surgery list for the day so luckily the wait was not too long until they rolled me into the operating theatre. This was the first time I had been conscious in an operating theatre as previously I had been knocked out in the anaesthetics room. I was asked to shimmy across onto a narrow cold table, and I tell you this is no easy task to do while wearing a backless gown with no underwear!! While lying there I could see trays of sterilised equipment to each side with scary looking tools sitting ready to be used and in front was 4 computer screens which would be used by DY to navigate his tools while performing the arthroscope. Both of my ankles were strapped into separate boots which were attached to the end of the bed and the anaesthetist put a drip into my right arm. There seemed to be a dozen people in the theatre all busy getting something ready for the surgery when I remember the world going fuzzy.

When I think about it- general anaesthetic amazes me with its ability to bring about a reversible loss of consciousness, but despite this I really dislike the feeling I get when coming out of the sleep like state. It's almost like my mind is fighting to get back control however the effect of the drug makes me feel confused and disorientated. After spending a bit of time in recovery I was wheeled to a private room where my mum and dad were waiting for me. I was instructed on how to use the PCA (Patient Controlled Analgesia) pump which would deliver a bolus of morphine when I pushed the button. I pressed down expecting to feel a wave of pain relief but instead I felt nothing. Despite knowing that there was a lockout time after each dose I continued to press the button more than 30 times in 12 minutes. The nurse sternly told me that I had to wait 9 minutes after each dose of morphine before the machine would deliver another dose and therefore I should try to press the button less. The tone of her voice made me feel like she was judging me, implying that because morphine is a strong drug  I couldn't be in that much pain. Thinking to myself "stop being so delicate" I stopped pushing the button as often but I lay very still being careful not to move my left leg. After a couple of hours the same nurse lent on the bed to perform my obs and she noticed that the bed felt wet. Thinking that I must have been too hot and sweating she arranged to change my gown. It was only then when we all realised what had happened.. my morphine drip which was controlled by the PCA button had come detached from my arm and my bed had been receiving my morphine doses. I felt relieved, I had in fact a high pain tolerance having gone 4 hours after surgery with no analgesia. They decided to remove the PCA machine and provide me with oral panadeine forte as needed.

Once my pain was better controlled I was able to move around the bed more. I spend most of the next 24 hours sleeping and this was only interrupted when I needed to call the nurse for the bed pan.  Despite begging the nurses to let me go to the toilet and telling that I was a physio therefore assuring them that I knew how to non weight bear with crutches, I had to wait until the physiotherapist came in to teach me. I have never been so happy to see a fellow physiotherapist. He spent 1 min with me to check that I was safe to move about without putting any weight through my left leg and then I was free to move about with my new best friends the crutches, which were to be used every time I got up for the next 2 weeks.

DY visited me in hospital prior to discharge and informed me that everything had gone great. He said that had taken off 30% of the width of my femoral head (the ball was reduced by about a third of its original size) which had been shown in the literature to be the maximum amount of bone to be safely taken without having a high risk of stress fractures following. He then reinforced the need for me to be compliant and not put ANY weight through my left leg for at least 2 weeks which is when I would have my follow up appointment with him. I was sent for final scans at Glenferrie Hospital to check the shape and the position of my femoral head within the cup and then was discharged.

As my boyfriend Sam would have told you I was not the best patient. Lying on the couch watching the Hills TV Series DVDs was fun for about the first day, however that was about all I could manage. I was surprised how much the surgery had taken out of me.. still needing to sleep every hour or so and only spending half an hour upright or sitting before needing to lie down again. The worst part of this whole surgery experience was that the analgesia had caused me to get "blocked up" (if you know what I mean) but after a few days of trying green leafy vegetables the laxatives worked a treat!!

Sam was great during these two weeks- making me food, keeping the house clean while still working. I do recall him saying at this time "I never realised how much you do around here!" I had always known how lucky I was to have Sam and my amazing family and friends for support but it was during these early days after the surgery when this hit home and I felt blessed to have so many people that were willing to help me out.

Meeting DY

I commenced workin as a physiotherapist in a private practice at the end of 2007 where I worked along side many talented physiotherapists. When talking to colleages about my hip I was encouraged to see Mr David Young (commonly referred to as DY) who is an orthopedic surgeon at Melbourne Orthopedic group. As frustrating as it was at the time I knew that I was going to see a good surgeon when it took 8 months to get in for my inital appointment (and that was even after having some strings pulled for me because I knew people!!) I was warned by his receptionist when making the appointment that My Young often runs over time so it would be a good idea to bring a book to the appointment just in case! Well lucky I did because I was called in to see him after a mere 4 hour wait. I was introduced to a David as he was rummaging through the papers on his desk, clearly looking for something important. He buzzes his receptionist "Do you know where Meghan's file is? The receptionist walks in as says "is it the one that your holding in your hand?" To be honest I was then a little concerned.. thinking to myself "and I am supposed to trust him with my hip!?!"

After discussing my history of pain and prior surgery to remove my labrum I informed Mr Young that the main reason I had come to see him was not because I was in a lot of pain but instead because I was concerned about my future and wanted to ensure that I was doing the right things to preserve my hip joint. Mr Young took one look at my hip Xray and I could see his eyes light up with interest. It is never a good sign when a specialist who has been in the field for longer than you have been alive says "wow" when looking at your imaging.

I was immediately sent across the road for a CT scan (thankfully no injection required!!). On my return I was ushered straight back in to see DY. It was like I had some how become "dodgy joint royalty" bypassing thoes lower than me with only slightly dodgy joints!! I spent over an hour with DY as he measured important angles on my imaging and taking photos of the scans on the light box so that he could use them in his presentations to his colleagues. I was told at this initial appointment that I had a perthes like hip where the femoral head (or ball of the joint) had softened due to lack of blood supply during a critial stage of growth which eventually led to a developmental deformity. How I saw it was instead of having a nice "ball" that fit within the acetabulum (cup or socket) I had a misformed and overgrown "footy" shaped femoral head which therefore did not fit very well. Mr Young went on to describe other changes in my hip including the very shallow socket that was facing the wrong way which my abnormally large misformed femoral head was trying to articulate with and how this was a recipe for a total hip replacement sooner rather than later in my life. I was also informed that if he had met me earlier there would have been NO WAY that he would of removed my labrum as this has been shown to speed up the formation of degenerative changes within the hip joint!!

He strongly encouraged me to consider having an arthroscopic surgery which would do a few things:

1. It would allow him to look at my joint more closely to see if there was any evidence of osteo-arthritis

2. He could address the Cam Impingement or footy shaped femoral head by shaving my bone down to make it more ball like

3. He would be able to see how I go with the surgery, ie do I follow instructions and do I respond well to general anaesthetic... he informed me that If I do well with this surgery I would be a candidate for the peri-acetabular osteotomy surgery.

When I left Melbourne Orthopedic Group that day I remember feeling drained. I was now very late for work.. only by 4 hours or so.. however the girls at work on reception were very accommodating and they rescheduled my whole afternoon. I got into my car to drive home and burst into tears. I realised that despite having minimal pain I did well and truely have a hip joint that was not ideal. I felt that I had done the wrong thing by having my previous surgery to have my labrum removed despite knowing that it had solved all of my pain problems that I had earlier.

After talking to my boyfriend and mum I decided to go ahead and have the arthroscopic surgery and I booked in to have it done in November 2009.

(PS I will try and get some photos of my scans of my hip joint to include in my blog so you can have a look at my "famous" or should i saw "infamous" left hip!!)

Physical Vs Emotional

Following my first surgery I thought life was great. I was partial weight bearing on crutches for less than a week and then I was able to progress back to my usual activities. My surgeon had taken out my labrum so now I had no sharp pain, and it was the first time in years that I could run and jump with minimal consequence. I still experienced a deep ache which was usually worse at night especially after a night on the town dancing with my girls while wearing high heels. But to tell you the truth the ache became "my normal" and there was no way that I was going to miss out on having fun with friends and enjoying life as a young lady who had her life ahead of her! I had been told now by 2 different specialists that I should be very careful with my hip and that it would be best to avoid high impact activity, but despite this I still managed to go snow skiing and participate in recreational sporting activities as I wished.

Although it was not well known to many I really struggled with the diagnosis of my hip abnormality. It was like I had to "grieve" the loss of having a normal hip. I remember crying to my mum saying "who will want to come see me when I'm a physiotherapist?? .. I can't even look after myself!!" As hard as my brain tried to convince itself that I was fine by saying things such as " it could be much worse.. I could have cancer" or "what am I upset about? I am surrounded by good friends and family and I have almost finished my dream degree to become a physiotherapist, I'm not going to let a hip get me down!!". Reading this may appear silly to you especially if you have never dealt with an injury or pain but I believe that I needed to go through this "grieving process" for my hip so that I could come to terms with my perceived loss. It took a while but slowly I learnt to accept that my previous view of being a fit and active young adult who could do what ever she wanted had shifted to identifying myself as a healthy young adult who would need to preserve my hip.

As a physiotherapist now working with people who are often in pain I believe that my experience with an injury has really helped me understand the connection between the emotional and physical being. I'm not going to sit here and get all spiritual with you but I do believe that we cannot separate our physical and emotional selves... For example I could list all the anatomical differences with my hip (shallow hip socket, abnormal femoral head, tight superficial muscles such as iliopsoas, weak deep gluteals ... the list goes on) and try to seek treatment to "fix" these things. But even if they are fixed the treatment would be floored as it would have not addressed the other domain of my injury - how I identified myself, how I felt about having an abnormal hip. I am very fortunate to have so many wonderful people in my life who have assisted me to look after my "emotional health" while dealing with my physical problems. It was my mum who helped me realise that the experience of having a problematic hip has shaped who I am and I believe it has lead me to bacome someone who can not only help people physically with their injuries but hopefully also help them through their associated journeys and struggles.

The Start of my hip history

For those of you who are following my blog and want to know more about the surgery that I have planned for April next year, here is a link to a video on my surgeon's website which shows you what will be done:

http://www.jitbalakumar.com.au/hip-and-pelvis/periacetabular-osteotomy.html

My Hip history up until now...

As long as I can remember I have always been very active. From the age of 4 I did gymnastics and eventually competed at National level. I had a few usual injuries while growing up such as a broken arm (who knew that roller skating down a steep hill over a stick wouldn't end that well!?!) and rolled ankles. I would say that I had never had any hip problems until I was 18 however when looking back I have realised that throughout my childhood there were many indicators of my left hip dysplasia which went un noticed. My mum tells me stories of how difficult it was to put a nappy on me as my legs were like springs and as soon as she let go to hold the nappy my legs would recoil back in towards my body and she would have to start all over again! I remember dreading sitting on the floor in primary school because it was an effort to sit with my legs crossed and I would much prefer to sit with my left knee rolled in instead of out. As for gymnastics.. I was the least flexible gymnast going around!! My coaches would tell me to relax and they would sit on me in side splits to try and stretch me further but I insisted that I was not stopping them.. it felt like the bone was stopping me!!

When I was 18 and I had finished school, I moved to Bundoora to attend LaTrobe university to follow my dream of becomming a physiotherapist. Having only recently obtained my manual car licence I spent a lot of time driving and I would get a deep pain in my groin, but I thought that was normal. One day out of the blue I was walking between class and I felt a sharp catching pain deep in my left groin. The pain was so shap that it took my breath away. My friends did not know what had happened.. I had been walking along talking and then all of a sudden I was curled over in pain. After a few minutes the pain subsided and I was left with an ache in the left hip region. Thinking nothing of it I kept on with my day. This pain started to occur more frequently so I thought I better find out what was wrong!

Being a hot shot 1st year Uni student I diagnosed myself as having a hip muscle strain!! (mainly because thats the only thing I knew about the hip region at the time). My doctor who clearly knew a lot more than I did sent me for a hip and pelvis Xray which showed 2 abnormally looking hips with my left being much more abnormal than the right. She referred me to a specialist on the peninsula who took one look and me and my scans and told me I would eventually need a hip replacement but until then I should stop doing anything that hurt. "Hrrmmm" I thought... "But I get pain with mundane activities such as walking and sitting... and my pain isnt just a mere annoyance but it is aggony!!". Unsatisfied with the surgeons lack of empathy I sought a second opinion. I was sent to get an MRI (needle = me fainting = not a very nice experience) which showed the cause of my pain... a labral tear. Trusting the specialist's opinion I had a large portion of my left acetabular labrum removed and I had not more pain and everything went back to normal.. or so I thought!!! ...

Its Booked!!!

Mark it in your diary - April 5th 2012.. This is the big day!! For some of you reading this you may think.. "oh thats the day she is getting married to the love of her life".. well you would be wrong (That is just under 3 weeks earlier on the 17th March 2012). Instead this is the date of my planned Periacetabular osteotomy (PAO) surgery. You may think how could this be referred to as "the big day" over the wedding... well its mainly because the wedding has been 18months in the making since getting my gorgeous ring in August 2010, but my hip journey has been taking me to this day for almost the past 10 years!

Periacetabular Osteotomy... Yes it is a mouth full however when you break it down it is quite simple... Peri = Around, Acetabulum = the socket of the hip joint & Osteotomy = cut. So what it actually means is a surgery where my acetabulum (hip cup or socket) is cut out and moved and pinned back in at a better position!! My initial reaction was "that sounds a bit extreme" when my surgeon told me that I needed to have this surgery to preserve my hip joint, but the alternative is to wait and have a total hip replacement and from my imaging his prognosis was I would be lucky to get to 35 with a fully functioning hip without this surgery!!

So it has taken me a while to get to this point of booking in my surgery and I still have 129 days to prepare so I thought I would start a blog and fill you in on my story thus far and my journey through the periacetabular osteotomy experience. I hope that it may assist anyone who is going through a similar experience with their hips and it might help keep those of you who know me up to date with my progress.

Enjoy Reading :)