If you read my last blog, you know how I
struggled with a dental infection, chronic hip pain and immune reactions for
almost two years. The story ended when the dental implant was finished in
early September and I had a beautiful molar that cost as much as a diamond
ring. I was hopeful that my issues were behind me and my immune system would
begin healing.
However, by late autumn, my body couldn’t take
the ever-increasing hip pain any longer and responded by repeatedly fainting --
always in public, much to my embarrassment. I visited my regular doctor
thinking I was having blood sugar or blood pressure issues, only to find out,
once again, my blood work was perfect and maybe I should
"take an anti-depressant," (though my blood sugar hovered around 59
and had spikes down into the low 50's). I walked out wondering why I wasted my
time and energy, yet again, for zero results. Instinctively, I felt my problem
was adrenal related, and the hip pain had something to do with it.
After a few more weeks of suffering, I relented
and met with an orthopedic surgeon who diagnosed a tiny rupture in my L-5/ S-1
disc. It was pushing on the sciatic nerve, radiating pain across my pelvis,
into my groin and down my right leg. "A laminectomy would fix it," he
said with complete confidence, so I scheduled surgery five days before
Christmas. I wanted to trust him but my gut was doubtful as I wondered, is
that teeny-tiny rupture really the cause of such deep pain or was it the result
of fainting in full-stride a couple of weeks prior?
Throughout the two-year ordeal, I had continued
with Vitamin C IVs and as many immune strengthening procedures as I could
afford, but it wasn't enough. My practitioner at the time recognized that my
problems were too layered for her level of knowledge, and recommended another
clinic with two alternative doctors that had been practicing for decades, and
specialized in severe immune deficiency cases.
I got an appointment at the new clinic right
away. At the initial consultation, I was tested and diagnosed with twenty-three
viruses and illnesses, and had follow-up blood work and other tests to
confirm the results. The doctor commented that he didn't know how I was
upright and functioning, and that he hadn't seen anyone that ill at my age
(41), ever. We created a plan to get me through the impending surgery while
repairing my immune system. Hope was restored and I went forward with a
positive attitude.
The day of surgery, the surgeon assured me I
would have immediate relief, yet four days post-surgery, the pain had increased
and I could barely walk. He said to give it more time, “Sometimes nerves take a
while to heal.” Recovery didn’t happen and my pain worsened.
Feb 6, 2012, I had a second
laminectomy and four other procedures. The surgeon was baffled and tried
everything to offer some relief. To no avail -- the pain intensified until I
was bed-ridden in agony. My blood pressure kept dropping and I kept fainting.
One morning it fell to 60/40 and I had to be taken by ambulance to the ER.
After a week in the hospital and test after inconclusive test, they started to
act like I was faking it. Yet my legs would fold from underneath me upon
standing, and I would crumple to the floor from back spasms and electric
shocks that would paralyze my entire body. The doctor started talking about
fusing my spine. I refused to have any more surgery, and left the hospital with
a heavy heart and no solution.
Weeks passed while I lay in bed depressed and
hurting, not eating until three in the afternoon some days because I couldn't
get to the kitchen. By then, I was only able to walk with assistance, and
wondered how this would all end. The nerve pain was so excruciating, the sheets
touching the tips of my toes felt like nails being driven into them.
Involuntary screams ripped from my mouth when back spasms wracked my entire
body. I toyed with giving up but my faith kept me going, and I believed there
was an answer out there somewhere.
I dug deep and used my Type A personality and
German stubbornness to make sure I did not quit exploring every option -- I was
hell-bent on getting better. I continued to drive myself to the clinic (an hour
away) to stay with the immune-repairing program, knowing that strengthening my
system was only going to help.
After several months, my allergies to food and
nickel improved, I stopped fainting, and the viruses had been knocked down to twelve,
then five. But, the nerve pain remained and I began coming to terms with the
potential of living in a wheelchair...and then a miracle happened.
Friday, April 13, 2012, was the day my life
changed forever. The doctor I had been seeing was off that day; I was at the
clinic for allergy desensitization. The practitioner conducting the procedure
noticed the tears gently streaming out of the corners of my eyes as I lay on
the exam table, and asked if he could get the other doctor (Dr. M) involved.
Why not? I was open to anything.
He listened carefully to my story, and when
I finished he pondered for a moment, then asked me if I had ever had a root
canal. "Huh?" was all I could think. He explained that he had seen
dental-related nerve pain often, and shared a story about a man in his thirties
who hadn't walked in seven years. He came to see Dr. M and discovered it was a
dental infection that went undetected by X-rays. After removing the tooth and
treating the infection, the man climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro a year later. When I
shared my dental nightmare with the doctor, he thought he may have a solution.
He muscle tested the dental implant and found a
weakness, so he injected it with Novocain to numb the area and see if there
would be any relief. My pain slowly ebbed like a wave rolling out to sea; I got
off the exam table easily and walked around the clinic like a normal person.
Everyone working there watched. Our eyes got as big as the full moon and we
were all silent for a moment. Disbelief....relief...a miracle! I cried tears of
joy. I think Dr. M did too.
Three additional times, a week apart, he numbed
it, the spasms released, and the pain washed away. During that time, we tried
healing it with ozone and a laser, and my periodontist removed the crown and
screw, to no avail. The implant had to come out.
May 15, 2012, immediately upon its removal,
I walked out of the periodontist's office on my own. I could walk! I live a
very normal life now. I'm back to exercising and though I see a chiropractor
about once a week to keep my lower back healthy, I am grateful every day that I
am able to walk and never take for granted my ability to be in this world
without a cane, or worse.
From my horrible life-altering experience, I
grew in ways that I never would've understood before. I still feel blessed
every single day that I can do normal activities; things I thought were over
for me. I have patience with people who are hurting, or those who may walk
"too slow" in front of me. My compassion for others has grown and I
try to take life as it comes -- in moments. If I have an uncomfortable day, I
allow myself rest and remember what a bad day truly consists of.
The strength and knowledge that I gained
throughout this ordeal, as well as deeper faith, have helped me deal physically
and emotionally with even bigger life-altering events that have happened since.
I hope by sharing this information, it continues to shine the light on thinking
outside the Western Medicine box and may help one
person solve their own health mystery.
In the next blog -- how to determine if your
teeth are making you ill. The science behind it and resources to explore.
"To know truly is to know by causes."
Bacon
[from the book Root Canal Cover-Up, George E.
Meinig]