I realized I’ve fallen off the face of the blogosphere, which can easily be attributed to the past few months being a bit hectic.
Surgery was December 4th; I baked cookies for the surgical team, we listened to The Beatles, I ranted about my cat, and eventually made D do Cher and Dionne’s handshake from Clueless. Everything went as planned and results were positive. It was odd not having my parents there, but my siblings, friends, and neighbors rallied and made me feel incredibly loved and cared for. One of my best friends even went so far as to let herself into the house during my surgery and leave a coloring book and sharpies on my bed.
Everything continued to go well; a few days after my surgery I was offered a job with a company that I had been dreaming of working with for six months. It’s a tech startup with that works with hospitals to connect patients with all the resources they could need to make life easier and more manageable. It is perfect, and when I told D about the offer, his eyes started to sparkle and he said this is what I was meant to do. Of course I told him this was entirely his fault, he’s the one who empowered me to pursue my medical interests.
Then one night, the area around my new and improved abutment turned red and angry and was painful to the touch. D, wonderful human that he is, emailed me a treatment plan from across the world before the resident-on-call called me back.
The newest inflammation confirmed for us that the issue was not with the abutment, but that it is an autoimmune response and we just have to manage it. I teared up as D and I discussed this, his first day back from vacation, because stereo hearing is so important to me and I never want to give it up. I hate that what is meant to be a simple and easy fix is such a difficult process in my case. D offered me a piece of gauze in lieu of a tissue and reassured me that it was better than a paper towel.
On my way home, I reflected on our conclusions about my temperamental immune system and decided that although this is annoying and unfortunate, there is no doctor better equipped to treat me. I am so privileged and so happy that D listens to me and supports my choices for my hearing. Everyone needs to find the doctor who understands how to reconcile patient priorities with medical necessity.