Ok, so with all the hullaballoo around the birthday and the 40+ Project, I completely forgot to do an update on the MRI I had done a month ago. I normally don’t like to share the intimate, nitty day-to-day stuff here — just the deeply vulnerable matter-of-the-heart stuff, please — but that is what I’ve been doing for months with the copious amount of (over) sharing regarding my back-related pain. I felt the need to share, not just to vent and process but to show what the internal, spiritual aspect of this experience is like for me, hoping that it would encourage and even, dare I say, bless people somehow. I dunno, I guess I suddenly feel self-conscious about how self-indulgent and exhibitionist all of this might come across and I need to explain myself somehow. Not that this is that great of an explanation. More like the sheepish shuffling of my feet I used to do right before an oral presentation in Mr Gershon’s sixth-grade class. Anyway, the results.
Let’s start with the first MRI from last November:
- Between L3-4 (lumbar vertebrae three and four): 2.4mm disc protrusion that abuts the thecal sac
- L4-5: 10.2mm right paracentral disc extrusion that indents the thecal sac and compresses the right L4 and L5 nerve roots producing spinal canal narrowing, right greater than left lateral recess and neuroforaminal narrowing
- L5-S1 (sacral vertebra one): 2.4mm central focal disc protrusion that abuts the thecal sac
Second MRI from March after receiving the new treatments for three weeks:
- L3-4: No evidence of any disc bulges or herniation
- L4-5: Diffuse disc bulge measuring 3.4mm with displacement of the posterior ligament, narrowing of the spinal canal and compression of the spinal cord
- L5-S1: No evidence of any disc bulges of herniation
There is a lot I can say about this “evidence”, though, personally, walking up and down hills in my neighborhood and wearing heels for my birthday are evidence enough. There is a lot I’ve already said in real-life conversations with friends and family but what I’ll say here for now is that I’m so glad I stuck to my guns — despite many concerned friends and family members and one haughty, dismissive doctor — and opted not to get surgery. I don’t mean that others should not get surgery in a similar situation or that I will never get surgery myself for something else in the future. I just mean that I felt a conviction in a deep place within that told me my journey through this should be without laying on the operating table and I had to follow that conviction.