I set out to find another surgeon. Thankfully, I had a friend who called in resources and helped me to locate another surgeon. How did I decide on him. The Physical Therapists in the area spoke highly of him and said his patients had less problems than most of the other surgical patients. I figured the PT foks were stuck dealing with the aftermath of the surgeries and they were in the best position to know if surgeons were talented or not. This surgeon was also skilled in resurfacing. I really had my heart set on Resurfacing as opposed to THR. I was sold on faster recovery and no shortening of the femur. As young as I am, it is a given that I will end up having a revision to this THR in about 15 or 20 years. Cutting the head of the femur in the traditional THR would mean less bone to work with in 15 years. On my first visit to see Dr. Morrison, I had 6 pages of questions. He laughed. I do like a person with a sense of humor. Once he stopped laughing, he answered each question patiently and thoroughly. I liked him. Plus, he said I could run my dogs again. Those were the magic words.
In the end, I was not a great candidate for resurfacing. I think 90% of it had to do with his desire NOT to have a failure on his record. Post-menopausal women who are small-boned are not great candidates for hip resurfacing. Not to mention all of the negative press about metal ions in the body leaching from the implants. In my case, bone density and the narrowness of my femur were also strong negatives. I am sure that I could have traveled out of state and found a doctor willing to do the hip resurfacing. I simply felt that it was not that important to me. Maybe I will live 15 or 20 years more and maybe I won't. I will deal with the revision surgery if the need arises. I felt comfortable with my surgical choice. Every so often, I worry that I should have pursued resurfacing with one of the "specialists" but when I weigh everything, THR is the right decision for me.
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Once I made a decision about the surgery, I shoved it on the back burner. I had a 2nd injection in my hip joint. I showed Rip and Stuff at the USDAA Nationals in Kentucky. I trialed nearly every weekend and taught my classes and students during the week. The surgery was abstract. I could *not* think about it most of the time. But the 2nd steroid injection did not provide much pain relief. I was less and less able to train my dogs or run them effectively in the ring. My gait changed to a swinging, wide limp. I could no longer support my weight on my bad hip. I found ways to get around that on the course primarily by eliminating front crosses. I became slow and ungainly. I stopped walking the course because walking was so painful that I did not want to walk the course. I stopped grocery shopping in one trip. I did an aisle a trip. Sometimes I road in the motorized cart just so I could get done shopping quicker. Walking was so slow. Each day, I enjoyed less and less of the things that had always brought me joy. I no longer wanted to do anything beyond sitting on a heating pad. Finally, surgery seemed like a better choice than the life I was currently leading. And that is where I am now.
In 2 weeks, I will have the surgery to remove the head of my femur and replace it and the joint with a titanium polyethylene/ceramic implant. I am scared shitless. I have never had any surgery - let alone one as serious as this. Heck, I've never even had a cavity filled. But this is real and it is happening... soon. I hurt so much now that it seems like the lesser of two evils. Surgery or the constant pain.
