Surgery

Spina Trivia;

Skeletons discovered in a cave in Taforalt, Morocco showed signs of spina bifida – bones dating back to 10000 and 8500 BCE

From Spina Bifida by Stephanie Watson

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November 16th 2006, I recall it being an unseasonably mild, beautiful, blue sky morning in Aberdeen; The kind of day which brought the unique architectural sparkle out in the Granite City; in a city not often recognised for its bling, quite a spectacle.

I had been nervous for months about the upcoming surgery – time off can do that to you. Books and music filled the void somewhat though my usual appreciation for such pastimes seemed to have been diluted by my glass-half-empty mood and prospects for a successful surgery.

I had been in contact with the surgeon, through face to face meetings and, here’s a thing – writing letters, basically asking for all the reassurance he could muster. Instead, I would find his responses to be professional and courteous, and somewhat reassuring, but there could be no guarantees. I was informed it would be 60-40 in my favour for a successful outcome.

A successful outcome would be to return my mobility levels to somewhere approaching those prior to the slip and fall on ice.

The procedure was called a Laminectomy.

‘Laminectomy is surgery that creates space by removing the lamina — the back part of the vertebra that covers your spinal canal. Also known as decompression surgery, laminectomy enlarges your spinal canal to relieve pressure on the spinal cord or nerves.’ (Source: https://www.mayoclinic.org/tests-procedures/laminectomy/about/pac-20394533)

The surgery would likely take up to three hours and my stay In hospital would likely be for two weeks. I packed accordingly;
Book: The Silver Darlings by Neil M Gunn
Music: My Sony MiniDisc player; Jesus & Mary Chain, My Bloody Valentine and Shoegaze
Magazines: Mojo, National Geographic
along with the usual toiletries and change of clothes.

Given I’ve spent plenty of time in hospital, this still felt nerve-wracking. I had been fortunate to have escaped major surgery up to this point but I was under no illusions that this was a potential life-changer.

On arrival at the hospital, I had some time to wait for a bed, but the nurses were attentive and I was soon to learn ARI served consistently good meals for patients, indeed the best hospital food I have ever had.

After lunch, and having been allocated a bed, I was feeling far more settled and relaxed than It felt like I had at home, for months. The nurses have that knack of offering the same reassurance you tend to brush off from family members, but it somehow means more coming from them.

After being briefed by the surgeon and the anaesthetist, I had most of the afternoon to myself. I began reading The Silver Darlings and having had such a long build up to get here, I was now strangely calmed by finally, actually being where I had been dreading being, for so long.

This proved to be something of a false dawn for the fear that would follow. Later that afternoon, the ‘nil by mouth’ sign went up by my bedside. I love my grub. Then, the surgical procedure called for me to be taken for an EMG…

There are 31 pairs of spinal nerves which are grouped according to where they leave the spinal column. There are eight pairs of neck (cervical) nerves, 12 pairs of upper back (thoracic) nerves, five pairs of lower back (lumbar) nerves, five pairs of pelvis (sacral) nerves and one pair of tail bone (coccygeal) nerves. It is important for the doctors to detect any abnormality in these nerves’ function when dealing with spine problems. The specialized nerve tests like EMG, NCV and SSEP are designed to diagnose any abnormality in the functioning of these nerves. These studies investigate the functioning of the nervous system, while imaging studies like the CT scans or MRI scans look at the structure or anatomy of a particular body part or organ.

EMG, or Electromyography is a technique for evaluating and recording the electrical activity produced by muscles. EMG is performed using a machine called the electromyograph, to produce a record called an electromyogram. An electromyogram detects the tiny amount of electricity generated by muscle cells when they are activated by the nerves connected to them. Specialists analyze these signals to detect medical abnormalities in the spinal cord, nerves and the muscles that are connected to specific nerves.

There are two types of EMG: intramuscular EMG and surface EMG. The intramuscular EMG is the most common. It involves inserting a needle electrode through the skin into the muscle that is being studied. Surface EMG (SEMG) involves placing electrodes on the skin over the muscle to detect the electrical activity of the muscle.’
(https://www.knowyourback.org/KnowYourBack/Treatments/AssessmentTools/SpecializedNerveTests)

The EMG meant I be taken pre-op to a darkened room, not unlike a recording studio, banks of technology surrounding a chair placed in the centre. I was to sit there. Two specialists with laptops then methodically began dabbing a glue to strategic spots on my head before attaching a number of wires which led to points down my spinal cord and specific areas of my legs where electrodes were stuck on to my skin. (I felt I suited dreadlocks!) This would inform the surgeon whether he was in danger of severing a nerve during my op. Surgery would not be unlike the boardgame ‘Operation’.

This procedure in itself took well over an hour and I went back to the ward with renewed apprehension. The evening and overnight proved to be restless and sleepless. I watched the sun rise.

I was ‘first up’ for surgery and it seemed like it was no time before nurses and the surgical team were swarming around my bed in preparation for me being moved to theatre. Once there, one short, sharp prick of anaesthetic would make me blissfully unaware of the surgeon’s work.

On being brought round, it was immediately obvious to me that it was dark outside. I had been in theatre some eight hours. Over tea and toast, the clearly exhausted surgeon explained it had been a far more complex procedure than the scans suggested. He had found cysts and tumours prevalent and, as he cut, he was having to work his way further and further up the spinal cord than he had anticipated, removing these unexpected growths – “I didn’t know where it would end” he would admit to me. Now, I was faced with a nervous wait to see whether the cysts were benign or malignant.

I was numb, thanks in no small part to the morphine, but also due to having no function in my legs, not to mention the threat of a cancer diagnosis hanging over me.

Over the next number of days, the surgeon and physios combined with a number of tests to ascertain my level of function. Gradually, my left leg responded to this probing and sensation and some mobility returned. My right leg remained numb though. I would remain in bed over a long weekend. My ward mate took great delight in an unbeaten run against me at Chess.

I had acquired more than fifty staples up my back, gunk in my hair, a loss of bladder function, concerns about the bowel, as well as concern over how I would be physically. Given all that, I was just relieved to have come through the surgery.

Spina Trivia – Famous and born with spina bifida;

Roald Dahl

Dame Tanni Grey-Thompson

John Cougar Mellencamp

Frida Kahlo

Improvement came on a daily basis as I was allowed some time each day out of bed. I was to learn to appreciate the most basic aspects of life, all the while under no illusions it would be a long haul back to health. Soon, the glue was washed from my hair, I came off the morphine; I was pain free, the staples removed and the Histology report showed no cancerous cells. All positive.

Physically, my right leg continued to show no response but my left leg continued to improve. For the first time I would hear phraseology such as ‘paraplegia’ and ‘incomplete’, and the Spinal Injuries Unit (Glasgow) being intimated as a likely destination for continued, more intensive, specialist rehabilitation and guidance than they could facilitate in Aberdeen.

After a week or two, during which time there had been contact between ARI and QENSIU, I was just about to settle down for sleep when, with the ward in darkness, a figure appeared at the bottom of my bed. “Mr Spalding?”

Mr Fraser, consultant in Neurology, had travelled to Aberdeen from the Spinal Injuries Unit, in Glasgow, following a day of neurosurgery, just to meet with me to discuss my impending transfer for physical rehabilitation to the Unit.

After half an hour, having carried out a physical assessment, made clear the next steps in my progression and describing the set up of the Unit, he shook My hand, thanked ME for MY TIME(!!), and left for Glasgow – some three hours drive and likely, given the lateness of the hour of departure, a 2am arrival home. And I felt more knackered than he did!

I remain in total awe of the dedication our health workers commit to the cause, and it’s not just that visible presence on the ward. I would soon learn my newly acquired Consultant and his team would epitomise this commitment, and then some!

Next Time: Return to Glasgow

I am blogging my own unique experience of spina bifida to highlight a relatively little known yet no less significant condition to those born with the condition and their families. I hope that my experience can offer a positive view of life with spina bifida.

Photography: Bloggers own

I support and fundraise for https://www.sbhscotland.org.uk/@SBHScotland in the exceptional work they carry out across Scotland, in a challenging funding environment. Please see links for further info, contact details and how you can support this vital, donation led charity. Thank you for reading.


Numb.

Spring forward some twenty years, from the early 1990s to virtually noughties-eve and you find me living and working in Aberdeen. I had, since 1997, been fortunate enough to have been working in the bookselling trade, the closest I’d ever come in my working life to that idea of turning a passion into a career. It was a real pleasure getting up in the morning knowing you were heading in to an energised, constantly evolving working environment, surrounded by books. My colleagues in my time In ‘the trade’ , remain some of the most creative, dynamic, fun, informed and influential individuals I have ever found myself in the company of. I would meet authors I admire, the likes of Jim Dodge, Don DeLillo, AL Kennedy, Alasdair Gray and Jeremy Bowen. In Aberdeen, a hero, Billy Connolly would buy his favourite book, A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole, for a colleague while I stood there, just grinning like a Cheshire cat, totally starstruck, we’re not worthy, “eh, I’m from Glasgow too, you know”, from me. And being at the coal face to the whole word of mouth, unprecedented publishing phenomenon surrounding JK Rowling meant for unprecedented levels of interest in books, midnight openings and record takings at the till. Good times.

Good Book

I had moved to the Granite City in 1999, after bookstore stints in Glasgow and Edinburgh. I was in a relationship at the time with a local girl and soon felt settled there. It also proved to be a good career move for me. Aberdeen is a beautiful city, great parks, the beach, Footdee, The Belmont cinema, Cafe 52 and One Up Records just a few of my favourite haunts. There are so many bookstore highlights from my time there: The Caramac Challenge – two intrepid colleagues attempting to eat up to 50 Caramacs in a lunchtime, just because – needless to say, it turned messy: The Giraffe Bike feature In the local paper; ‘Robocop’, our mall security guard, fighting crime by usually hiding out in the centres back passage ways, occasionally popping his head through a deliveries door, quizzical look permanently etched on his face, wondering how he had got to here, startling employees much more regularly than any criminal. For apparently, by reputation, such a dour city, I never found it that way and friendships forged there remain deep rooted to this day.

By the mid 2000s there was still no noticeable impact of my spina bifida on my quality of life nor had it any impact on my work, often I would be lifting heavy boxes of stock up and down stairs or moving display tables, while on days off, I spent a good deal of time getting my golf handicap down to 12, carrying my bag round 18 holes. People in the central belt think I’m daft for stating that Aberdeen is the sunniest place I’ve ever known in Scotland and statistics tend to back that up, so it’s true. Mind you, the winters could also be the wintriest. It was during one such wintry spell my spina bifida would finally come to impact on me.

Home at the time was a twenty minute walk to work and it was on only the rarest of occasions I would ever take the bus. This morning, I had woken to a blanket covering of snow on the ground. I have always been wary of slipping and never seemed to have the right footwear or contact with the ground, for coping with the underfoot conditions, particularly on snow and ice, but just taking my time seemed to work. On stepping out, my first tentative steps made me think that this was a morning for the bus. The bus stop was a couple of minutes walk away. I lived on a street in a built up area, well populated and usually, for the morning commute, you would expect to have company. But this morning, I remember how quiet it was, a snow day for those non foolhardy, fair weather folk who exist, even in the North East of Scotland.

I plodded on. Before the bus stop, there was a left turn I would normally take on my usual walking route. On reaching this junction, I momentarily considered forgetting about the bus and save myself the £1.20 fair. But the subsequent sound of the bus coming down the road made the decision for me. I momentarily forgot my discipline on the icy path, speeding up, lengthening my stride to get to the bus stop in time. Down I went. My full upper body weight compressed down on contorted, twisted legs, entangled to such a degree, they would have done me proud in a game of Twister. The bus passed with no one at the stop. I was alone, in some shock, numb, waiting for the pain to strike. I was sure, given the extent of the twist in one leg in particular, with my knee pointing due west and the ankle on an easterly trajectory, I had broken it. But, I would feel nothing, just numb. Even so, I begin to panic. I looked around for someone, anyone to help me but there was no one, just me, numb. I dragged myself to a little wall, managed to sit myself up on it and untangled one leg from the other. Again, expecting pain but no, still numb. I rubbed vigorously up and down both legs in a vain attempt to revive them but there was no sensation. Numb panic. This lack of sensation seemed to last for ever but the sound of the next bus revving to combat the untreated road seemed to revive my senses somewhat and, still not wishing to be late for work, I steeled myself to try and stand. Somewhat miraculously, I thought, I managed. No pain, no longer numb. I gladly made this bus, the best £1.20 I had ever spent.

Later on that same day, on what up to this point had proved to be a normal working day on the shop floor, I suddenly felt a split second sensation, not unlike an itch, float across one knee cap. Down I went. This time, I was immediately able to pick myself up, with no need to uncouple my legs, but I was concerned the two events of the day were connected. Yet again, as no permanent damage seemed to have been done I carried on regardless.

Some weeks went by before this itch and subsequent fall reoccurred. I saw a GP and was sent for scans of my knee but nothing showed up . From this point on there was no set pattern or reason I could give for falling, other than an itchy kneecap, cracks on the pavement became a hazard. Over time, my mobility began to deteriorate to the extent where I could only climb steps from the use of a rail – I recall once having to get on my hands and knees to step up from the road onto the pavement (please, no blocking drop-down kerbs). In work, I was soon given the affectionate and admittedly appropriate nickname of Wibbles, from the Wibbly Pig character, being so uncertain on my feet. A brief moment of humour in an increasingly dark tunnel.

Wibbles today, there for the journey.

Being so stubborn and scared now about what was going on, I left it until I really had no other option but to return to the GP.

I was given a set of crutches while arrangements were made for more scans. For the first time in my life, my spina bifida was mentioned as a possible cause. I was off work, feeling more and more isolated, my relationship was at a low ebb and fear gripped me. Uncertainty engulfed my whole being.

Eventually a letter arrived for an appointment with a neurological consultant. Thorough checks were made over a number of weeks, and scans showed an abnormality the surgeon wished to take a closer look at. I was facing complex surgery but waiting times meant a six week wait. In this time I would develop a pressure sore which pushed back my op date from the June to November ’06.

More time to think the worst, further isolation and a lengthy sick note. Suddenly, the op could not happen soon enough.

Current listening

Next Time: The Op and back to Glasgow.

Life isn’t about what you don’t have….it’s what you do with the gifts you are given – Tatyana McFadden (spina bifida Paralympian).

I am blogging my own unique experience of spina bifida to highlight a relatively little known yet no less significant condition to those born with the condition and their families. I hope that my experience can offer a positive view of life with spina bifida.

Photography: Bloggers own

I support and fundraise for https://www.sbhscotland.org.uk/ @SBHScotland in the exceptional work they carry out across Scotland, in a challenging funding environment. Please see links for further info, contact details and how you can support this vital, donation led charity. Thank you for reading.