So here's another thought: Are any of you embarrassed about your arthritis? I guess I am still dealing with the idea that my body is not perfect -- and now this osteopenia diagnosis has me face-to-face with my imperfections.
Liz,
I was 48 and fit when my end stage bilateral OA came on all at once in one afternoon of August 2009. I was walking my dog & had shooting pains in both hips that had me bursting into tears on the spot and almost dropping to the ground.
Turns out, my bone on bone OA had simultaneously torn out both hips' labrums. I was on narcotics the next day, barely able to even limp, and then had failed arthroscopic surgery in both hips by February 2010. The location of my bilateral OA was so deep in the socket and at the center top of my femurs that the scope surgeon missed it completely & pronounced me cured when he sewed up my labral tears and sawed down the sides of my hip socket and femoral heads.
In short order, I was then shuffled off by my family doctor to a pain management specialist, and I was embarrassed to find myself taking Class A narcotics that barely made a dent in my hip's disabling pain. I was humiliated when my arthroscopy surgeon said my scopes were a success and shamed when he said there was nothing wrong with me except that I'd become dependent on pain drugs.
Through the 2+ years before resurfacing, I felt like crud when over a dozen Midwest OAs pronounced my films normal and told me I was a drug addict. By March 2010, I was embarrassed that during the day I stayed flat on my back in a rented hospital bed in my living room, and at night I stayed as still as I could, again flat on my back, in my bed upstairs.
I felt like I had something emotionally wrong with me, because I kept getting a 'normal' diagnosis in spite of taking very hard drugs and sobbing everyday from pain. My pain management doctor was
the only one who believed I had a "mechanical" problem, and he encouraged me to send my films to the world famous east coast, west coast, and Colorado orthopedic surgeons for their 2nd opinions. Sure enough, three of these renowned surgeons emailed me with the diagnosis of end stage OA, explaining why it wasn't showing in all my films, and recommended immediate bilateral total hip replacements.
Even after I took their written opinions to more local Orthopods, I was mortified when they dismissed their findings and said there was nothing wrong with me, and I needed to wean off the 'uneccessary' pain medications immediately.
My embarrassment and shame was deeply disturbing - until
finally after two flights to Vail Colorado, the great Philippon pronounced me a candidate for immediate bilateral THRs. When I asked his opinion of hip resurfacing, he then said that was a fine alternative to THR.
I'm not embarrassed anymore that I was struck down without warning and confined to my bed at age 48. I'm now proud I made it through this nightmare. I'm elated that this once disabling life ending affliction is rapidly becoming a distant forgotten ailment in my rearview mirror.
Wow, I guess you hit a nerve with your question.