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Personal blog of christian writer Katy McKenna Raymond in Kansas City, Missouri

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Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri

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Acutely Not That Funny

I used to write funny stories about my mother in this space. Even though she’s had—-steadily these past eight years—-more health problems than fifty mamas put together, I was somehow always able to pull out the goofy stuff and make it fallible fodder. I haven’t been so good at the pulling-out part recently. Maybe I’m just pooped. I hope to recover my sense of humor soon!

Mom’s been through a phase of breaking lots of bones these past few months. She’ll be walking just the few steps from her bathroom back to bed and two bones in her foot will snap. She doesn’t have to fall or crash into anything for this to happen—-it’s spontaneous, and not in a good way.

No sooner did her foot feel better (I say feel better rather than “heal,” because her bones don’t typically heal), than she fell and tore the meniscus in her right knee. At first, I typed “left” because five years ago she did tear her left knee and had surgery to repair it. But that was then.

We waited a while to have it MRId, because hope springs eternal and maybe the pain would stop. But after hobbling on it for a month (hobbling being its own fall risk), she found out it was indeed torn. Her wonderful orthopedic doc put a shot of cortisone in it, but Mom didn’t think it helped at all.

So surgery was scheduled, for next Monday. Scheduling surgery for Mom is not like signing a consent form. It took me LITERALLY 1.5 hours on the phone to answer the hospital’s questions about her health history, previous surgeries, and medications. She has a LONG history, O fallible ones. Then the lady who took the information said she would be shocked if, during the pre-op visit to the hospital, they did not require Mom to have extensive heart and lung tests before operating.

Mom has congestive heart failure and COPD, but even a relatively simple procedure like a meniscus repair is risky for her. My oh-oh feelings about the hospital’s obvious worries about liability kicked in and a family meeting was called. We all needed to make sure Mom knew the risk/reward ratio for going forward with surgery versus abandoning the idea and praying the cortisone works.

At the end of an hour’s discussion, we’d all decided that surgery was not a good idea for her. I would call the surgeon and the hospital first thing this past Monday and cancel the whole thing, at least for the time being.

So Monday morning, I placed the call to the doctor’s office and left a voice mail for his nurse to call me back. The second I finished leaving the message, our phone rang and I said to Doug, “Wow. That was fast.”

Well, it WAS fast, but it wasn’t the doctor’s office calling back. It was the facility where Mom lives.

“Your mom fell a few minutes ago. She says she broke her arm.”

A bit of fear shot through me, as Mom has a permanently broken left humerus. She only had one available arm to break, from where I sat.

“Which arm?” I asked.

“The broken one.”

“Do you mean her wrist, or what?”

“No. The same spot it’s already broken.”

My sister and I got down there right away and took Mom to the ER for xrays. Because she’s got this large bone with the clean break, it’s possible that those broken pieces could get badly rearranged in a fall and try to poke themselves through her skin or something. A lovely thought, eh? Oh, the pictures in my mind!

Instead, Mom took a chip out of the top of her shoulder, plus fractured it from that point down. So, technically, the very top of her humerus is broken—-the same bone on the same arm. She diagnosed herself correctly. What a gal!

The surgery, needless to say, is off. Mom’s in a sling, and therefore in a wheelchair. It’s too hard to use a walker with a sling, and she must use a walker because of her multiple issues.

The most fascinating—-but still not funny—-thing is the amazement the ER doc expressed over Mom’s xray. She called my sister and me in to look at it and pointed to the broken humerus, a five-year-old injury.

“The bone is…disappearing.”

Sure enough, there was a four-inch gap where the pieces of bone used to meet, back in the old days, when Mom was one together chick.

I googled “disappearing bone” later and there is actually an extremely rare disorder called “Vanishing Bone Disease.” Maybe 200 cases have been reported EVER.

Yesterday, we took Mom to her ortho doc, who was as shocked as the ER doc by Mom’s xray.

“Do you think she has Vanishing Bone Disease?” I asked.

“I’ve never even heard of it,” he said. “But yes, I’d say she has it.”

The funniest thing Mom’s said recently happened Monday, after hours in the ER. We were getting ready to roll out of there and the morphine had kicked in. She matter-of-factly said, “Well, I hope the rest of the day goes better than this morning.”

OK, maybe it’s not ha-ha funny, but sometimes a girl has to go with what she’s got.


Posted by Katy on 10/16/09 at 05:42 AM
Fallible Comments...
  1. You can't imagine how her condition has captured my imagination. I'll keep you both in my prayers.
    Posted by Terri  on  10/16/09  at  11:44 PM
  2. Terri--I've been missing you! To think we first met eight years ago, at the precise beginning of my mom's downward trajectory. YOU NEVER KNEW ME BEFORE, and I really haven't always been this wigged out. And we shared 911, too. And, I believe, Garrison Keillor speaking at the Uptown within a few days of 911. My son and I attended together. What a history....

    Hope all is well for you and your family!
    Posted by Katy  on  10/17/09  at  07:45 AM
  3. Katy--actually, I visit your blog very regularly, but I don't always leave a comment. I've been pondering doing the NaNoWriMo thing this year--but it hits at the heaviest grading point in my semester, which gives me pause. You were the first of my students to have done this.
    Posted by Terri  on  10/18/09  at  10:51 PM
  4. I am having a problem with my health.
    My tongue and my lips feel like burning.
    Does anyone know a way to fix this problem without visiting the doctor?
    I really dont got time, maybe an antibiotic would help.
    Please answer only if you really know.
    Posted by Supplement  on  10/19/09  at  01:05 AM
  5. It's so hard to see your loved ones in pain. My grandmother also broke her left ankle a year ago. She reached the wrong step down in their house. We're still thankful that's the only fracture she had because that time she's holding something. That's why she doesn't have any chance to hold on. Praying for your mom's full recovery.
    Posted by John Mcknight  on  10/19/09  at  10:51 AM
  6. Hi-
    I just found your blob after a google search for Vanishing Bone disease. My daughter has a lymphangiomatosis (another name for the condition when it is found in bone and soft tissue). I would be very suprised if this is the dx with your mom as it usually shows up in childhood / young adults. Any one intrested in learning more about the disease can go to www.LGDalliance.org. Great blob - Ill continue to read!
    Posted by Beth  on  02/05/10  at  09:12 AM
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