Just checking in, it was January 08 when (1)I was at wits end from pain and failed treatments and (2) I got promoted and recommended for training in Hong Kong. Happy to say, made it home yesterday (with a soft collar on for the last part of the 20 hour journey) after a fantastic week. My back ached sitting in conference rooms (brought my heating pad), and when my seatmate on the plane tried to talk to me I had to explain that I couldn't turn my head for very long. And since it's been a recent topic - my voice does fade after a normal day of work - I'm not singing, but I have to talk a lot. But what a difference a few months makes.
I saw my surgeon before I left, she thought I'd be back to normal activities by next summer (1.5 years post op) which, frankly, is a timeframe that makes me cry sometimes. I haven't played the piano, run, taken a vacation, or played tennis in a year now. But walking down the streets of Kowloon with a mango-strawberry smoothie in my hand, I have to say, I was blissfully happy. I was so so far away from my bed and my floor and PT and Walgreen's and the hospital and all the other less-than-exciting places where I have spent the past ten months or so of my life.
So all I can say is, keep healing everyone, it's a woefully slow process. But it happens to the slowest of us!