On May 31st I have my left leg cut off!
And put back on again with a brand new custom built hip joint in place. That’s the plan (eek!) But you have to be prepared for everything — increased mobility, decreased pain or decreased mobility and increased pain. Anything can happen — including stroke, total joint failure or, at worst, demise! It’s all risky as you get older and the complications increase. So I’ll say now thanks for reading my columns and making such helpful comments all the time. Check them out!
There’s a lot to take your mind off it as the date grows nearer. Lots of tests and checks that your house is sufficiently adapted and your stupid stairs don’t undo the surgeon’s careful work etc etc.
But in hospital for the preliminaries you really feel a need to behave yourself. I turn into an utter sycophant with everyone — oh yes please take an armful of blood, ram swabs up my nose and put stickers all over me and no, I don’t mind registering with no heartbeat, must be my fault, not your machine. Sorry forgot to switch the old ticker on this morning…
Most nurses are experienced in these nerves and physios are even better. I never met a gloomy physio in my life. The ones I saw last week were full of enthusiasm about the wonderful things I’d be able to do after the op. I don’t think I heard marathons being mentioned but I got the impression it might not be out of the question. I’ll be grateful to be able to climb a few steps and stand on my left leg without falling over — and not die just yet!
But for all the optimism of the fantastic NHS staff, one of my biggest worries is just getting there and back safely and without increasing my blood pressure!
It all has to be done way up in north London, a hospital so difficult to get to that patient transport is the only way of reaching it if your legs are dodgy. And in a specialist orthopaedic hospital most patients have dodgy limbs.
So I’ve now had several journeys with the free transport on offer. In the old days the NHS had their own transport but now it’s all “outsourced” to a big business private taxi service.
The drivers have all turned up on time and got me there but the experience has varied tremendously. It’s a long way from Broadstairs to the hospital and the opportunities for hold ups are endless. And no toilets on offer on the way! I’d booked a wheelchair for my first appointment and when I arrived — dying for the loo — I told the security man booking me in “ I really need a wee…” I meant to finish with “wheelchair” but he saw my face and scurried me to the loo. If you’re disabled you have to be prepared for constant embarrassment.
I’ve met a real mix of drivers. One was the proud owner of a car so posh you sank into cream leather upholstery, and chatted about life in retirement after being a stockbroker.
One vehicle was labelled ambulance — good for rushing through traffic, but so high I had to stand on my veg box to reach the seat.
Other drivers have been so car proud you had to sit on a plastic sheet and were not allowed to eat your sandwiches! You leave home at 9am, get back at 5pm. No catering in hospital outpatients and you have to gulp down the snack you brought from home between seeing the consultant and getting a porter to take your wheelchair to the loo.
The worst for me was the guy who insisted on putting my crutches in the boot. Separate a disabled person from their mobility devices and panic ensues. But you’re in their hands. If you break down or your driver has a heart attack, you’d have to crawl out! An extreme case I know but why make patients insecure in any way?
You have to remember they’re not paramedics. They’re people with a range of abilities and opinions. Conversation keeps them awake but here’s a piece of advice.
If your driver is praising Donald Trump and Putin for being strong men, remember you can’t get out in disgust — you’re in the Dartford tunnel, your sticks are in the boot and your legs don’t work. Just say: “that’s an interesting view” and go to sleep.
With any luck you’ll dream of an NHS that doesn’t use private services — and that we have good local hospitals able to do this hi-tech specialist stuff without lugging patients hundreds of miles with no sandwiches.
Christine Tongue is a member of disability campaign group Access Thanet
Good on you young lady hope all goes well.
My turn for a or a partial knee replacement. I was thinking of asking the surgeon if I could have an English Oak instead of a European Oak joint. It was only when I was told it would be titanium joints that I thought, well at least I won’t suffer from wood worm.
It was only when I asked why don’t they use Super Glue to seal the skin cuts instead of stitches that he looked at me in a strange way. I explained that I had had a fall and cut the skin on my head through to the bone. At the time the nurse said “You need to go to QEQM to have it stitched” I refused, a 2nd opinion was gained. “You really should go to the QEQM” I refused, a 3rd opinion was sought. “How about we super Glue it” Fantastic. Subsequently it was super glued leaving no scar.
” If you don’t watch it Mr R we will stitch your mouth shut and superglue it at the same time” “That way you won’t ask stupid questions”
I am pleased to see you have your operation scheduled Christine, we shall both be in the hospital at the same time, although they will operate on me a two or three days before you arrive !
See you there! We may share transport home!
Good luck Christine and not just with the transport. We’ll be rooting for you. xx
Check out recent videos of Paul Stanley (in the band Kiss). He had replacement hips recently, and he’s now leaping around like a 20 year old again! I’m sure you’ll be doing the same soon, albeit with less make-up. Good luck!
I pray all goes well for you and a speedy recovery.
Thinking of you Christine.
Your writings make me smile. I am disabled but no where near like you are.
Keep going, don’t give up. Because of you many others may have a better life with less pain.Thank you,
I have survived three operations for replacement joints and cannot fault the treatment I had at QEQM. Knees were more tricky but I hardly noticed my hip after a couple of weeks and ten or so years later it is still behaving, as is my remaining hip, thank goodness. The relief that evening in hospital when I was facing my first night without pain for months was glorious. You are a tough cookie! I’m sure you’ll be fine.
Your right Christine, G4S has just about taken over public services, including prison guards, ambulance drivers etc, and of course all profits go to their shareholders, and not back into public services, Duuurh!
Wishing you a very speedy recovery Christine, and good mobility/ pain free xxx
Penny and i had many horrendous experiences with G4S, the kind or professional ones rare as hens teeth, and the feeling of being at there mercy frightening, its a money making machine
A speedy recovery is what we all want for you Christine. See you dancing on Broadstairs beach may be. xx
See you there! August maybe.
Good luck. I’ve just had my second knee replacement (also at a distant hospital.) Yes, it really hurts – bones take 6 weeks to heal but the muscles and other soft tissues they muck about with while getting to the bones take at least 12 weeks – but it’s nothing compared to the pain before the operation! The best bit of advice: do your exercises before and after the op. no matter how reluctant you feel. It really speeds up recovery. And yes, death is a risk you have to sign up for on the consent form… but chronic untreated pain is worse!!!
Good luck Christine. I hope it all goes smoothly. Looking forward to seeing you more mobile in town.
Thanks for the good wishes everyone xxx
Hi Christine, would just like to say hope you have a quick recovery. I had a THR at the age of 38 and the best thing I ever done and never had a problem with it, u fortunately now I am 51 I am on the list to have my other hip totally replaced but knowing that when I do I will not have to live with this pain day and night although I continue to work I am crying inside most days. Good luck you will be fine xx