April 2, 2023
It has been some time since my last blog. My emotions were plunging down a deep spiral black hole. The reality of my choice to amputate my right arm and the truck accident injury to my left arm. I hit dead ends on getting a functional fitted prosthesis. My other arm was painful and stiff, making it hard to do any daily tasks. Once again, I felt in the dark in the medical community. My remaining arm, shoulder to wrist, was painful with tendinitis and no grip strength.
My spirits were lifted with our move back to Michigan. I reconnected with my primary doctor and orthopedic surgeon. Before considering additional surgery to remove hardware, they led me to a fantastic occupational therapist, “Kyle da OT man.” He released the massive scar tissue build-up from my elbow to my wrist with intense massaging. It was excruciating, with ugly bruising. He provided exercises for better flexibility for my left arm and wrist. I had been compensating so much that I had to reteach the muscles to properly use my arm. It was worth it. The insurance approval limited my therapy to 8 visits, leaving no adequate time or support for learning and finding tools as a one-hand amputee. At least I gained some independence with a better understanding of using my arm correctly. Important, as it is my only arm doing all the work. I tried two psychologists to deal with my “clinical depression” and “PTSD.” Neither provided any more tools or advice I had already tried or done, nor was I going on any prescription drugs. They would say hmmm. You are doing a great job and have the right attitude. The new struggles with my physical appearance and the anger of my limitations only frustrated me more, especially wasting time discussing it. I felt like a blob. I was so publicly insecure. I felt guilt, knowing I was better off than most. I had to snap out of it my way, the Dominiak-Falarski style.
I felt at home for the first time in over a decade. Jeff and I were starting a new chapter in a new home and community. I was determined to embrace this new year with no scheduled procedures, surgeries, recoveries, or taking prescription drugs. No pain!
First, I needed to love myself and take this opportunity to get in the best healthy shape as a one-armed woman. I decided to
take one year to attain my goal with a grand celebratory 60th birthday party in 2024!
My metabolism was null, with absolutely no muscle tone. You dye my skin green; just call me flubber. Where do I begin? I was not going to go on a fad diet. My goal was to be natural and healthy, a lifestyle. I inquired about a personal trainer, as few hesitated with my amputation. Until I met Tatianna, a Russian trainer. She loved the challenge and gave me no mercy. From December 10th, my workout regimen was with her twice weekly, walking a mile or two daily and taking a tai chi class on Saturday. My diet was several small meals with more protein. I am considered a pescatarian who eats fish and eggs. I was a vegan but felt I could use added protein and variety. I limited my sugar. I had a tendency to bake goodies daily and nibble throughout the day. I saved it for special occasions.
Tatianna was just what I needed. She was technical on form and awareness of the muscles used during each exercise, working on strengthening my core and posture. As an avid athlete, I was shocked at how out of shape I was. The difficulty in doing any of the exercises. The flubber jiggling during every move disgusted me. She was a positive enforcer to divert my negativity. In the beginning, I was discouraged and frustrated with myself. I am grateful to have had her and give me that kick in the ass. The perfect start to the new beginning of my golden years.
In February, feeling more confident. I started working out at the gym with my best friend. We went three times a week. I continued to walk daily at a faster pace increasing to 3 to 5 miles. I continued the weekly tai chi classes, plus doing it with my morning meditation. I started swimming every day.
Today, we are headed back to Michigan. I will continue with my exercise regimen. My daughter and I will run in a 5K on April 29th in Grand Rapids, sponsored by Hanger Clinic for Limb Loss Awareness.
I need a hand as I seek tools or suggestions for all tasks. Try it; you will be surprised how many things you need two hands. I look forward to your feedback.
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