What happens when your doctor diagnoses that you are now part of a staggering statistic of women with osteoporosis? Let me refrain that, severe osteoporosis. Huh????? When did I become an old woman?
Of course, I cried first (a lot) and then pictured my self hunched over and walking with a cane. The next couple of days are a blur. I most likely obsessed with the news, and Dr. Googled everything there was to read on the internet. BTW, I would not recommend doing that. The situation tailspins and pointless maladies that will kill you within a year will present themselves.
Thankfully my loving husband who knows when to reel me in and put his arms around me stepped in. He uses humor more often than not to diffuse a situation. Therefore, I am grateful. After cursing the estrogen gods for robbing me of my youth at the tender age of 53, I wiped my tears and decided to invest some time into this matter. I should add that after the Dexa scan, several bisphosphonates were highly recommended by my current Endocrinologist. The side effects of those drugs are super scary; however, that has prompted me to dig deeper to understand my overall health.
I remember having my first DEXA scan ten years ago after breaking my ankle jogging. It was a hairline break, and my general practitioner suggested the scan. Back then, a different Endocrinologist ordered the scan, did some bloodwork, and sent me on my way. She told me to take calcium. Did I question anything? Why should I? She’s the professional with degrees decorating her wall. I wish I could go back in time and wring her neck.
At times in our lives, we must see doctors. We trust them and follow their instructions. While I do believe the medical profession is full of brilliant individuals, I’m convinced some phone it in. Should we show loyalty to those not willing to spend more than 9.2 minutes with us? Ask as many questions as you need to and the minute you are intimidated or rushed, look for another doctor that cares. I have been fortunate to have proper health insurance and the means to gather several opinions. I’ve gone back ten years and looked at bloodwork and the original scans. With the help and insight of those caring doctors out there possessing the incredible bedside manner and compassion, I’ve learned that being on top of your health is the most selfless and considerate thing you can do for yourself.
3. Do you value your wellbeing? Might sound silly, but if we truly value something, we give it attention.
5. Are you comfortable shifting your thought process from guilt to self responsibility when you put your health first? In other words, if your Priority is your health, then your responsibility to your health should help alleviate any guilt.
You ended your email to me with the following. Again I will use your words and thank you. The caregivers of this world have tremendous guilt over tending to their needs. Could you imagine that many of us only know that our needs come last?