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Story Board
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Sian-Marie - Surrey, UKWhen I met Sian-Marie in 1986 she was a nutter with a zest for life
that was shocking. To top it all she was wearing a short skirt, which
showed a scar that was unbelievable. In the end I couldn't help ask
what she had done; to be honest it looked like a shark attack. In reply
in, what has been come a trade mark, blunt way she said she'd had a
tumour removed; why? was it scary? No but it was ugly. I realised as
the night went on that she didn't really notice it; that was until it
was knocked. Then she hit the floor screaming in obvious agony. Now
that was scary. We started dating and in 1990 moved in together. During this time I had become used to her bouts of depression and the pain she was in but overall she is a cheerful person who never let it get to her. What had become obvious was the level of pain was getting worse, yet she rarely if ever complained. At the end of 1990 the pain had become so bad that she went to her GP and asked to be referred back to the plastic's clinic. I went with her! This was the most distressing time of my life. To see her being pulled around, prodded and poked and then told she was a liar is something I will never forget or really forgive. After the session we went home and she said "oh well it was worth a go I suppose I shall ne ed to live with it!" However, out of the blue a month later she was recalled to the clinic. This time she was seen by the actual consultant. After a long chat it was decided that she should see a "pain therapist". We agreed and she was referred. However, not without the grumble of "how in heck's name is a pain therapist going to help? I'm in pain already, I have lived with it for years - now they're going to teach me how to deal with it". However in November 1990 she went for the appointment and was told she had a condition called Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. There was good and bad news, the doctor was going to try and cure it but it had been there so long - since Sian-Marie was 12 - that is was doubtful that the treatments would work. Over the next 5 years Sian-Marie underwent god only knows how many blocks, pills, machines and other treatments but to no avail. She was discharged. Then in 1995 on her way to work she was involved in a car accident. Suffering whiplash the pain had now appeared in her right shoulder. No one would help. She was seen by 9 different doctors until she went to see the doctor for the other insurance party's report. He told her that she had RSD or Hand Shoulder Syndrome in her right shoulder. To make matters worse in 1998 she suffered a problem with her right ankle and developed it there after a minor op. Then in 2002 just before Christmas she tripped and has now RSD in the entire left side of her body. Treatment started for this at St. Peter's Hospital in Chertsey in January 2003 and they are treating all the areas. However, at this time she is in a bad way. However, she remains blunt and cheerful. irracible and chirpy... all at the same time. She still works and only took 3 weeks off work for the accident. In fact she went back complete with crutches! I am amazed at her lack of complaints. Her vigour and drive and her sheer determination not to be beaten. She says she's not that bad and others are worse off. Well my opinion this is one brave lady who had really over come great odds. To this day Sian-Marie is in agony every day of her life, but if you met her you would never know she hides it well! Her pain specialist, her GP and I all agree that she does not let on how bad she really is! I try and look after her but she doesn't slow down enough and though I see her literally squirming with agony every night she still gets up and goes to work. Sian-Marie's story is told by her partner, Mark Jenkins Natz - Edinburgh, ScotlandMy name is Diane and I live in Edinburgh, Scotland. My Daughter, Natalie,
likes to be called Natz As Natalie was in a lot of pain I took her to my GP, who undid the bandage and checked for an infection; it was fine, she said, and replaced the bandage, but he doctor observed that Natz's foot was very cold. However we went home and I tried everything to put some heat into her foot, but nothing worked. We visited the GP on another two occasions but were just sent back home. I also phoned the hospital but they said if I was worried we should just go to casualty. I didn't want to seem like a paranoid mother so waited till our appointment ten days later when the stitches were removed. I spoke to the consultant about the coldness of her foot and the funny blue colour. He took a quick look and said "the wound's healing nicely see you again in six weeks". So off we went home with Natalie still in pain and not being able to put any weight on her foot at all; she had to use crutches. Five weeks after the op to remove the growth, which we were now told
was a Neuroma (a benign growth of a nerve) Natalie was in so much pain
and her leg had swollen so much that I took her to casualty. There they
discovered she had Deep Vein Thrombosis. We couldn't believe it; she
was only 14yrs old. People get that on long flights, we thought, so
how could this be? Anyway Natz was put on Warfarin to thin the blood
with daily blood tests to check her INR. Thankfully she stopped taking
it in March this year (2003). At the six week check up the doctor could
give us no reason why someone of 14yrs should have DVT. Maybe it was
because she was immobile for such a long time he said (I wanted to slap
him and say "you told her not to weight bear for the first 10 days
and when I phoned your advice was to elevate the foot, you stupid man").
But I restrained myself and just asked, "why does Natalie's foot
go a funny colour every time she puts her foot down? It's like the blood
is getting down but can't get back up". Now this is a good one
He looked at it and said, "Ah! Classic case of RSD. You've probably
read about it in magazines". My daughter and I just looked at each
other and said quietly, "What?" Natz is now lying flat in bed with a spinal leak & low pressure headache. It took the hospitals until now to find out what was causing the headaches and sickness. She had two MRI Scans - the first didn't show anything as they didn't use dye - the second (with dye) showed she has a leak. The CT scan of her head didn't show anything either, so, before we knew the cause of the headache etc., she was told to get up out of bed every day for physio and that she would need to work through the pain. She was in total agony when she tried to get up, and then she was physically sick. I was told by the nurses "you have to be cruel to be kind and if she doesn't do her exercises she will be bedridden the rest of her life". I didn't know what to do when she cried in pain so I would burst into tears, then she would say "I'm sorry mum. I don't want to upset you" How can we ever trust the medical profession again? So much has happened I don't know who is to blame anymore
the first doctor, the second doctor, the hospitals, the GP or me for
letting her have the operation in the first place. Update on NatzHello,my name is Diane. My thoughs are with all the people who suffer from RSD.And the people
who Care. Hazel - MontanaMy name is Hazel. I live in MT. I have had RSD since March 1999.I got it from a blood draw.It took months before I found a doctor that could help me.I have had many different blocks. I have been on a lot of different medications,none of them helped. It started in my left arm and has now moved to my legs. They did Bretylium blocks on my arm, which is the only thing that has helped.I would like to hear from anyone that has gotten RSD from a blood draw or has any information on it. Thank you. toohorse@lewistown.net |
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