On April 14th (at about 3:30 PM) I was at work when my phone rings and it’s my doctors office calling. As I look at the number and start to answer I know this is the call that tells me an update on where we stood with my shoulder replacement. I had been waiting 6 month to hear the update.
Luckily I was in the office and was alone when I got the call because it was a hard call to take and while I had a feeling this might be the outcome hearing it out loud made it all too real.
As I listened to the doctor tell me he had been working with the company to devise a plan the result was that there just isn’t enough bone left in my shoulder to hold the replacement.
I knew right away this meant no new shoulder and also realized that it meant in time I’d lose my shoulder.
For a moment the line was silent as I fought back tears and I realized that this was an extremely hard phone call my doctor had made for he had fought so hard to help me any way he could and now here we were both wishing things were different.
Growing up having surgeries, there was always a solution. This was the first time we hadn’t been able to find a solution to fix the problem.