Quite an Adjustment

Visiting nurses continued to come to my home for three weeks after I had been discharged from the Wound Care Center by my surgeon. They came to monitor the wound and ensure that it continued to do well even though I was starting to get back to my life and be up in my wheelchair on a more regular basis. It was very strange to go from having the wound be looked at three times a week to suddenly having someone monitor it only once a week. I was very happy that I had finally reached that point but, I had a difficult time trusting that I really was okay. The last visiting nurse visit was really difficult because I did not feel that I was ready to be discharged. My nurse then said that if I weren't really okay (physically) that she would not discharge me. She also tried to reassure me with the fact that I had been taught what to be aware of, and that I also still had both of my nurses phone numbers and of course I could get in touch with the surgeon if I really felt that things had gotten ugly again.


The first week that I didn't have any nursing visits was the strangest thing ever. I had to try to figure out how to get out of the patient mentality. I was a wound care patient for three years one month and approximately three weeks and during that time I do not feel like I had very many of my own choices. Obviously, nothing could be done without my consent so I was able to decide some things. I guess I didn't actually HAVE to listen to all of the directions I was given but I had done everything that was expected. As such, I had not really decided anything on my own regarding what I could or couldn't do or when I could do it. These adjustments were very difficult emotionally. It seems I had trusted my doctors and nurses so much that in the process I had forgotten how to trust myself. During this time I did reach out to one of my Twitter followers and was basically told that I would adjust. That it would just take some time and in the meantime I should take care of and nurture myself. That's pretty solid advice, I just needed to figure out how to take it.


As I said, I was also having trouble getting out of the patient mindset. Once I began this blog it seems that my brain was awoken and I actually craved knowledge about what was happening physically and how things work and also about patient's experiences. I figured that I could maybe pick up even more information based on what others had learned. While I was craving this knowledge, a book called 'The Take Charge Patient" by Martine Ehrenclou, M.A. was published which I downloaded a couple of days after it was released. The book was absolutely amazing. The author chose to write the book to teach current and future patients the importance of being proactive about their medical care. She accomplished writing this book, using both her own personal experiences and through interviews she conducted with patients, their families and with healthcare professionals. I cannot get into all of the spectacular information here, purely because there was so much of it but I am going to try to give a general overview of what I have learned.




Being a take charge patient begins with trusting your gut. The book explains that it is crucial to find a doctor that you can trust on a "gut level" because if you are seeing a doctor that you do not trust you will not take their advice. This made complete sense to me in a way, because looking back I realized that I never really questioned any of the advice that I was given by the surgeon that I did completely trust. Whereas, while I did follow the previous doctor's advice I did question her suggestions, I just did not have enough confidence in myself to question her directly. When I did question her suggestions I mostly did it in a critical "I don't think so" way and it was always to someone else while I was venting my frustration. The book encourages readers to pay attention to their gut feelings when deciding whether or not to see a particular physician.


The book also explains that patients need to be proactive about what is going on with their bodies so that they can be an active member of their healthcare team. It is suggested that patients gather and keep for themselves their medical record and that they provide it to any specialists that they see so that the information is as accurate as possible. That seems like a very good suggestion although I cannot say that I have ever done it. It may have been a good idea though because I the first visit to the wound care center was of course full of me giving the history of the wound and what had been done for it up until that point. I explained the best I could but admittedly some of the details did end up getting lost in the shuffle.


The author showed through her own lengthy medical ordeal and ultimate healing that she herself had to be persistent in finding both an accurate diagnosis and a physician that she trusted. Persistence is the key that stood out to me. During the two plus years that I was being treated at the first wound care center, I never once bothered to seek out another opinion or to research anything on my own, to either prove or disprove what my doctors and nurses were telling me. Obviously it is easy to point out all of the errors and things that could have and should have been done differently once the puzzle is completed but looking back if I had sought another opinion even after the first year my ordeal may not have been as lengthy as it was.


The Take Charge Patient is all about empowerment. It tells the reader that they know their bodies best and that as such they need to "speak up, ask questions and be assertive." That you, as the patient have not just the right but the responsibility to gather information and act as a member of your medical care team. This book is one that although I wish it were available to me three years ago, I do not know that I would have gained so much from it without having gone through this journey. I believe that in order for me to have fully appreciated this book I needed to have first hand experience on both ends of the medical care spectrum. From seeing a physician that I initially had a bad feeling about through all of the annoyances that went along with blindly following her instructions. To the great experience I had with a surgeon that I instantly had a good feeling about. One that I felt listened to me and that seemed to be willing to work with me instead of dictating what would happen.


Although, I have been discharged by both the wound care center and from visiting nurse visits I am still very much in tune with my body. This may border on paranoia occasionally but after this long I don't think I can be blamed for being so incredibly diligent about making sure that the wound stays closed and that I really do all I can to prevent one from happening again in the future. This ordeal was not anything that I would wish on my worst enemy but the awesome feeling of joy that it is done and of the self confidence I have gained is something that cannot be described. While I did get a job, I am still currently looking for something else that will hopefully be a more consistent position. I feel that if I keep a positive outlook that eventually the right opportunity will present itself to me.