My journey into this universe began with a serious illness. Unknown to me due to a pain tolerance that’s off the charts I was very sick. I am from Oregon which is in the western USA. I’m a long haul trucker and was delivering in Manhattan NY for a trade show. I had awoken with terrible pain in my lower abdominal area. Many wonderful things happened including finding a place on Long Island to park a tractor trailer!!
Anyway I had someone take me to the ER at Winthrop University Hospital. Which was another miracle. After many test, scans etc they tell me my female organs are infected and abscessed. Why is a mystery at this point. An infectious disease specialist is contacted and he was the next miracle. After two weeks on IV antibiotics a well known oncologist is contacted to do the hysterectomy. She’s an amazing lady. Classy. Compassionate. Down to earth. Humble. Very unusual for top notch surgeons in my experience. I’m told that they don’t know what they’ll find when they open me up. “We know it’s a mess. We just don’t know what’s caused it”. Then I’m told I could wake up with a colostomy. My immediate response?. Well just think how much easier that will make my job driving truck... I won’t have to search for a bathroom to take a dump any more!!
After stunned silence everyone is laughing hysterically. Fast forward. I wake up just as I was warned I may. At first it was a challenge. Now it’s not a big deal. But they also discovered I had what’s known as perforated diverticulitis. Basically part of my colon fell apart. I was shown a picture of it. Pretty bad.
Now, this was May and June 2015. Fast forward to Sept 2015. I was back to work the end of July. I removed most of the staples myself. All was going well. Until I was driving to Oregon. My arms started aching. No idea why. Not badly. But aching. I get out west and deliver my freight. I go home. I’m not feeling right but not bad. I take the pick up to get the mail which is a mile from the house. I can’t lift the mail out of the mailbox. Back at the house I’m doing things out of my typical routine. I’m noticing I’m weak. A couple days later I’m having trouble getting up from the chair. I go to the ET. Blood tests done. Several days I get results. Elevated SED rate plus other issues. Fast forward to a week. I’m barely able to function. Back to ER. Different Dr. He puts me on prednisone. 60mg. In under two days I’m feeling 100 percent better. My PCP tells me I have PMR.
Skipping and fast forward through the winter into 2016. I go to a rheumatologist. He tells me it’s impossible for me to have PMR. It NEVER happens. I’m too young! So I walk out knowing he’s not the Dr for me. But he did say he believes my problem was brought on by the infection.
I fight through the next few months using prednisone to survive. I then switch to essential oils or I can’t drive a truck. Prednisone destroys my blood sugar. I keep struggling through until spring 2017 and see a very good rheumatologist. He verifies I have PMR. So nearly 2 yrs to get diagnosed. He asks me to try methotrexate. Which I do. It does nothing to help.
In fact I got worse. Back to essential oils. Every once in awhile I’d take a single mega dose of prednisone but not often. I’ve used various oils creating my own blends finding what helps me the most. It’s a struggle. Some days better than others. Some days aren’t worth a darn. But still I refuse to give up. Often I think my love for driving a truck is the only thing that keeps me going. Some customers are understanding and work with me. Others are just plain asshats. When they get ugly I just simply tell them I will make sure I don’t haul freight for them again. That I’m sure many other drivers who are more physically capable but who don’t have my 100 percent record for on time will be happy to serve them. Then I tell them thank you very much and have a nice day. Usually I don’t go back. A few times I’ve had to because we had no other truck in the area. I show up and they’ve been nice as could be. I wonder why.... lolololol.
Anyway I’m still here on the highways and biways of America. Still battling PMR. So far only the essential oils have helped enough to get by without destroying my blood sugar. Oh prednisone helps more. But it’s only for emergencies.
On a happy note... I had my first eye exam last week. No issues. My vision is still 20/20. Not bad for someone nearly 50 who’s been a diabetic since 2003. I’m definitely blessed there’s no question. The Drs in NY still don’t understand why I’m alive.
It’s simple. The word is miracle.