Transition From Zero Adaptive Devices and Life Modifications to Many

Byline: Martha

I don’t remember a time when my back did not hurt. I know there was such a time, but I do not have an active memory of it.  In my early twenties I played a joke on my boss and moved his very heavy oak desk by myself to rearrange his whole office.  I ended up with a back injury that put me down for several weeks and I had to wear something called a “trochanter belt”. In those days I don’t think they made them nice and smooth and sleek and held with velcro, like they seem to now. Mine was canvas and you laced it on each side with hooks and eyes, but it did help.  After recovering from that injury I was still able to do hiking, aerobics etc. and I do not remember feeling limited, or having to adapt my life to my physical capabilities, but I think that was the beginning.


At this stage of my life (I am 52) I have had to incorporate a walker, a wheelchair when traveling, crutches, a series of braces, a handicap sticker and currently the use of a motorized scooter at big stores.  I don’t have to use all these things at once and some days I use none of them, but they are all part of the arsenal of daily living.  (note, these are not affiliate links to follow, they are just to show you what these items are.) I have at least 8 grabber/reachers in my home and office and car http://Link:   I cannot bend over. I cannot pick things up that are more than about ten pounds. I have to wear flats…most of the time sneakers with adaptive laces in them because I cannot get down there to tie them  http://Link:, and I slip them on using a long-handled shoe-horn http://Link: I put my socks on with the help of a sock-assist. http://Link: I need a stool or a curb to climb into my husband’s truck.  I can drive, but only in my own car with some adaptive equipment that allows me to see what would otherwise be a blind spot, and only if the pain is not so bad that I need a narcotic. We re-did our master bathroom, closet, laundry room and now kitchen so I can utilize them alone and safely and I feel VERY fortunate to have been able to do that. I am not complaining, I am just telling you how my life is.  If you just look at me, I look fine. That’s true of many people with chronic pain or illness.  But I am not “fine.” I am literally in pain 100% of the time. Sometimes the pain is low-level (meaning a 2 or 3 on my own pain scale) and sometimes it is so hard to bear that I consider going to the hospital (which I have only done if the pain is a 9+ on my own pain scale). I’ve learned that my pain scale is different than other people’s and apparently I have borne a lot more than most people, mostly without complaint and still working.  Again, not bragging, just telling you how my life is.  I do not judge others with chronic pain or chronic illness because I have not walked (or ridden) in their shoes, but I have seen how often that happens and how frustrating it is.

My family’s life is different than it might have been without these issues. My husband has had to leave his career as a massage therapist because of my five surgeries in two years, and he has to do a lot of the work in our house (or has had to prior to modifying parts of our home), including taking the dogs for walks because they are too strong for me, getting things that are upstairs or downstairs, unloading groceries, getting anything at all that is even slightly heavy, Sometimes he has to help me in or out of clothes. He worries if I am driving and often drives me to work and picks me up.  He currently does not go long distances away from home (like more than several hours)  in case I need him. I have not been able to keep commitments to my kids or visit them when they are gone…I have a daughter studying in Amsterdam I cannot currently visit. My youngest daughter has her last dance show at school and I cannot fly there currently because my pelvis may be fractured yet again. Again, I am not complaining, I am just telling you about life.

So here is the longer version of “what happened.” 

As I moved into my 30’s, my neck was more of a pain point than my back, but my back continued to hurt, and I also had migraines all the time…literally for weeks at a time. I ended up in the hospital for 4 days at one point when I was 39 and at that time they thought I had experienced a small stroke.  Eventually it was determined to have been a particularly bad migraine, which left me with some damage. That whole thing led to a diagnosis of “chronic cluster migraines,” which led me to a very persistent doctor who helped me with those, and also led me to a neurosurgeon for the first time.  The migraine doctor helped me find a way to treat the migraines and they were pretty well controlled eventually with medication. The  neurosurgeon told me I needed to have two discs removed/fused.  At 39 I simply was not prepared to hear that and told him no. 

So, that was when I began trying almost everything else. I did physical therapy for years.   I went to a chiropractor for a while I did cortisone injections. I worked with a personal trainer. I tried another physical therapist, and traction. I had breast reduction surgery to remove the very heavy weight hanging on my shoulders and neck (and removed about 5 pounds of tissue then). Eventually I landed at Dartmouth Hitchcock medical and found a fantastic team there, who gave me some relief in my neck via radio frequency ablation.  That was a scary procedure because they go right into your spine but it made me feel SO much better!  It felt so much better for about six months each time I did it, but it didn’t last and did not solve the underlying issue.  By that point both my neck and back hurt and my life activities were getting limited. I couldn’t hike, couldn’t stand for long periods and couldn’t even go shopping with my kids at the mall without needing to lie on a bench crying.  

Work was my main activity, because as the primary breadwinner for the family, my work was a very important thing for the whole family. Everyone else ultimately had to make plans around whether my back or neck or both could handle it. I missed stuff a lot.  And I couldn’t exercise effectively so I gained weight, which did not help my back or neck,. At this stage I was in my mid-40;s and my activities were limited but I adapted with rest, and help from my family. I didn’t need any other help at that point.

In 2014 we moved to Colorado.  About a year and a half into my new job, at a work retreat with our entire leadership team, my left arm went totally numb. It was scary.  I ended up i the emergency room the team there did an MRI and the ER doc came to tell me “your neck is totally jacked.”  That was the exact phrase.  And so began a journey to figure out the problem and the solution. I went first to a very good neurologist, in hopes that there was something to do for me that was non-surgical.  He took one look at the MRI and referred me to a neurosurgeon who he respects very much and is well respected in the Denver area.. When the neurosurgeon saw me he said that I had very advanced osteoarthritis and degenerative disc disease needed a three level cervical fusion and was at risk of paralysis if I did not do it, not by just standing around but if I fell, was bumped or was in a car accident. That was sobering so I finally agreed to do it.

 In June of 2016 I had my first spine surgery….an 8+ hour procedure done in two parts to do what turned out to be a 4+ level fusion.  They went in through the front of my neck to fuse levels C3-C4  (an anterior cervical discectomy and fusion), then turned me over and went in through the back to fuse levels C4-C5, C5-C6, C6-C7 and stabilize the whole thing with titanium rods and screws down to T2. was a very difficult recovery, and I was terrified throughout most of it because my neck felt so unstable, and also because I choked on food and pills and water (because my trachea was moved out of the way for several hours during the surgery and took a while to recover). There was also a lot of shoulder pain after this surgery because the shoulder muscles are pushed out of the way to get to the spine and take a lonnnngg time to heal. I wore a hard cervical collar for 12 weeks, including while I slept, and by the time that was over that collar was a friend.  When all was said and done, even after 6 months of physical therapy, I have very limited range of motion of my neck, particularly up and down but also side to side.  

Side and front view of Martha’s cervical fusion
It took a very long time to heal from that surgery and I thank heaven that I was young enough and strong enough to get through it more easily than a lot of people apparently do.  Then the back pain amped up.  Back to the surgeon and lots more imaging and discussions.  My advanced arthritis and degenerative disc disease were very evident and the surgeon felt that my best chance was fusing the entire lumbar area.  But we also discovered that I had an old, undiagnosed and un-repaired compassion fracture in my thoracic region. This posed a difficulty because the areas above and below a fusion need to be strong to hold the fusion and mine were not. This led to a more aggressive plan.  The surgeon fused 8 levels…T10 all the way down to S1, in two different procedures on two different days (one through my stomach and one through my back).  
Side view of one part of Martha’s spinal fusion

This started out as a tough initial recovery and a very slow return to work, but steady progress was happening.  Eventually I was able to get back to work full-time, walk, cook, start traveling again  etc.  And then something started feeling weird. To spare you a longer story…my pelvis fractured in two places (once on each side) and two of the bottom screws loosened.  This was exceedingly painful.  They put me on bed-rest and then did surgical procedure number four to fix the fractures, replace the loose screws AND insert bolts into my pelvis to help hold up the weight of my now very heavy spine (the original weight of my body plus about three pounds of titanium). I felt a LOT better almost immediately, despite being battered by so much pain and so many surgeries in a short time span. And then…my pelvis fractured again, in a new location.

It took a while to diagnose and I was in excruciating pain, on bedrest at home and then in the hospital while insurance and my surgeon decided what to do.  Ultimately I had to have another surgery to fix that fracture, which complicated the whole existing recovery. I have seen a bone health specialist and added her to my team, and now do a daily injection of a drug that helps harden and grown bone more quickly.

Which brings us to now. I was doing fantastically well, or at least I thought so, and was walking unassisted about 3 miles a day, working just about full time at my office (instead of mostly at home) etc. and then YET AGAIN something felt weird in a different spot in my pelvis. Which is where we are now, working through figuring out if I have yet another pelvic insufficency fracture (which is what it feels like to me but the CT scan shows nothing…which also happened the last time), or instability of my SI joint.

So, my life is great and I am grateful for a fantastic family, a wonderful job, the availability of superb health insurance, the care of great providers, good friends and the means to make our house work for my needs.  None of this is a pity party. It is to give you a glimpse into the life of someone with chronic pain and degenerative illness…nothing more and nothing less.  If you have questions, ask away. I’m a pretty open book.