There’s no way to pretty it up.
The back is worse than we feared. The surgery is more advanced and takes longer. A special surgical retractor needs to be ordered. The bill is… astronomical.
I’m having an L4/L5 MAS Posterior Lumbar Interbody Fusion. Apparently it’s the MAS bit that makes it different, they make a smaller hole in me, and insert the screws closer together and it needs a special retractor to avoid damaging the muscles. Net result is less scarring, blood loss, tissue disruption, and time in hospital.
He’s rearranged his surgery list, but it can’t be before 8th June as the hardware won’t be there before that. So I’m sitting in Brisbane airport wearing a stunned expression, waiting for the only flight I could get home, at 6.25pm.
Meanwhile, the most heartfelt possible THANK YOU ♥ for the wonderful love and support you’ve all shown me. Knowing I had you behind me helped me deal with it.
I’m glad I’m not staying on alone. But I wish it was over, including the most painful part. Handing over the plastic.