Thank you everyone for praying for my appointment with the neurosurgeon in Colorado. The prayers were needed. Travel was hard on my body.

We flew Sunday and rested Monday. Tuesday was appointment day. We were up at 4:30 a.m. our time to take a Lyft to the clinic across from the hospital for x-rays. It had to be done early so the radiologist could read it and send it to the surgeon to review before our appointment. Usually, I would get the scans done here and send them over ahead of time, but the office missed it.

After that, we walked to Starbucks to wait three hours for the neurosurgery appointment. We spent the time organizing my symptoms, notes, my questions, and questions from my physical therapists and neurologist.

After sitting in Starbucks for hours, we finally went across the street to the hospital. When we walked into the clinic, the receptionist turned around and called for a nurse. The nurse ran around the corner and said the surgeon was called into emergency surgery and I would need to come back on Thursday.

Right away, my mom and I said in unison, “We flew from Washington.” There was a scurry around the corner, and we waited a few minutes for a nurse to come and say that we could come back at 3:30.

We went back outside and had to figure out what to do while we waited. We didn’t want to take another Lyft just to come back later. We walked around a bit and then ended up back at Starbucks. It became a very long and exhausting day. I thought it would take up the morning and early afternoon, and then I would have time to rest before we traveled back home.

Finally, the time came to meet with the neurosurgeon. He is pleased with my progress. My scar is healing very well. The x-rays show that all the screws are in place and exactly where they need to be. We talked through my symptoms and how to treat or monitor them. We talked through the scary symptoms that sent me to the ER at OHSU. He had a fresh take and thinks they are related to post-surgical complications, not nerve damage. Most of the symptoms, he thinks, can be managed by medication and physical therapy. It was really good news and an answer to my prayer. Thank you everyone for praying with me for healing and through this very stressful time.

I’m now able to lift 10 pounds and can start weaning off the neck brace. My neck muscles are very weak, so it’s going to be a slow process. The brace has a knob in the front that you can pull up and twist to adjust it up or down. Right now, the brace is supporting my head. During the day, I’m going to start turning the knob to make it loose, and then when my neck gets fatigued, adjust it back up (beginning with 2–5 minutes).

When my neck gets a little stronger and used to holding itself up again, I’m going to move to a soft collar, which doesn’t support your head as much but still protects it. Eventually, I will work to one of those travel pillows—not for support, but to keep my head movements in range.

Physical therapy is starting slow. I’m going for walks daily with my walker. 5 minutes out and 5 minutes back. There is also therapy for my eyes. I have a popsicle stick with the letter “A” on it. I hold it out in front of me and pull it toward me until it blurs, then I restart for a few sets. Then I do the same thing sideways. It’s going to be a long time to build up strength—especially since I was so deconditioned before this surgery, plus the other two surgeries. My body is weak, and this next year feels daunting. I probably have two years of 4–5 therapy appointments per week in front of me once I work up to them all. That will include balance/neck therapy, POTS protocol, speech/cognitive therapy, occupational therapy (handwriting, grip), and strain-counterstrain therapy. They almost all come with homework too.

I asked the surgeon how much longer he expected my pain to last and how high it should be. My pain is still incredibly high. My mom keeps a schedule and wakes me up throughout the night to stay ahead of the pain. I still wake up multiple times a night in pain, and there’s usually a point in the day I can feel myself wanting to slip into a meltdown like a child because the pain gets so bad it feels like I can’t talk. The surgeon said he absolutely expects it to be that high right now. He said to expect the pain to come down and feel better by the 6-month mark.

At 12 weeks, in December, I’m going to have a CT to check the bone graft and make sure it is still in place. That will also be when I have another check-in with the surgeon virtually.

These last few weeks felt so turbulent and so exhausting. I have a long way to go, but I made it past the two-month mark. I’m so grateful for all the prayers and messages. I received messages of prayers and encouragement in the moments I needed them the most. I came home to a gift from a friend and a card from an unknown sender. I don’t know who sent the card or how you got my address, but thank you so much for the card and encouragement.

The last month has been about surviving, and I haven’t been up to responding much, but thanks for all the love and support. 💜

Shae