Well, the big day is set for December 9. I pushed the date out so I could see some projects to the finish line before I went MIA. By the way, please slap me the next time I think something like that is a good idea.
As I often say, I’m lucky to have the best medical care you can get with Stanford Medical Center just a few miles away. My surgeon, Dr. Alamin, is the same surgeon I saw eight years ago when the Spine Specialist I was seeing back then told me I’d have to have surgery.
Years ago, he agreed that I could take the wait and see if it got worse approach; he didn’t try to scare me into having surgery like I felt the other doc was. And he had a fantastic bedside manner to boot.
So, I was always said if I had to have surgery he’d be the guy I wanted so it seemed particularly serendipitous that he was the surgeon my current Spine Specialist recommended.
Kinda kismet-y. I take it as a good omen, especially since I could use a good omen right about now.
Because my surgeon is so into cutting-edge surgical techniques (no pun intended) he is going to be able to do the extensive re-build with an approach that will cause much less peripheral damage that causes the really lengthy recovery.
If they use a posterior approach to your spine, they have to dissect big back muscles; if they go in through the abdomen there’s all kinda not good. And sometimes you need a vascular surgeon to get the spine surgeon to the spine.
My Superstar!Surgeon, otherwise known as Dr. SexyHands, will be going in from my side. Yes, I did say side.
I’ll explain more later but don’t read it if you are already queasy, or there might be a big ol’ barf-o-rama in the blogisphere.