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12:26 pm, February 23rd, 2019 - 19 comments
Categories: Deep stuff, health - Tags: allegory, expert opinion, indecision, medical decisions, operation, stress, unknown condition
I’d known for quite some time that something wasn’t quite right. I had many tests done and consulted many specialists. Friends, family, neighbours, work mates, and even complete strangers at Pack ‘n Save they all gave me their personal opinion for free, which I really appreciated but didn’t really help all that much. Don’t get me wrong, it did make me feel better but I knew something more invasive had to be done.
Despite the many symptoms, and some were obvious and reoccurring, and never actually went away, it wasn’t clear what the best way forward was. Everybody had a different opinion; some suggested a radical operation was the only option. Others pointed out that this kind of operation had been tried overseas with mixed results. I was surprised to hear that there were others who had exactly the same syndrome with no known cure but I’m no expert in these things so I took their word for it. Others again said do nothing and things will get better over time; live healthy, eat well, and make sure I get enough sleep and never ever overthink things! That was good common sense although I thought I was already doing these things and it had gone worse with time.
The stress of thinking about a big operation was getting worse than my actual ailments. It started to consume me and affected my life, my work, my socialising, everything, and not in a good way. Even the weekly grocery shopping at my local Pack ‘n Save became a chore 😥
The question that was milling around inside my head was whether to put my affairs on hold, go into the operating theatre for the best part of a day and give my life over into the hands of a team of specialists who are texting about golf while they should be looking after my life signs, and face recovery time in hospital and a long period of revalidation afterwards [I can’t believe this is just one sentence!].
The real problem was that nobody could tell me what exactly they were going to do, what they were going to fix, and how.
In the end I couldn’t face up to the uncertainty any longer. I got a few moles checked on my right shoulder and had Botox injections. That helped and I instantly looked and felt better than I’d done in ages. I felt such a relief that I’d made a decisive decision and dealt with some of my problems. They now keep an eye on me and I get regular urine tests done to measure my wellbeing.
I feel I’m in good hands now and have made the right decision. The symptoms are still there and are not getting any better but it could be so much worse. I’ve accepted my situation and realised that the best course of action is to do very little or nothing – Nero once said don’t fiddle with things the way they are. To think that I even considered a big costly operation with an uncertain outcome now seems really stupid. Ah, the wisdom of hindsight!
My advice to anybody in a similar boat is to listen to all opinions – you’ll get many, trust me – and then do what’s best for you and get on with your life. Listen to your inner voice, feel the fear, and don’t do anything drastic. She’ll be right, mate!