MC, Osteo and Me

Well, the results are in.  I have osteoporosis in my right leg, low bone density in my left and osteo in my spine. This along with the spinal arthritis is just too much.  I am terrified.

My mother had intense osteoporosis and osteoarthritis.  It was sudden and unexpected.  My mother was 79.  I called her  every morning when I arrived at work. The week after September 11, 2001, I rang her and she told me she felt a little achy as she had bagged 11 bags of leaves.  It was completely downhill from there.  As I have mentioned, my mother had an extraordinary tolerance for pain – teeth drilled without Novocaine, childbirth no big deal.  My mother cried and screamed with this.  As I’ve also said, she was advanced for her era in terms of fitness and nutrition.  Some of my earliest memories are of my mother exercising.  Once I started to work in NYC along with her, I no longer joined her for tennis after work.    She was down to aerobics three times a week as she said she vacuumed and gardened.  Foodwise:  Leafy green veg, yogurt or cottage cheese for lunch, fresh fruit everyday, lowfat.

Now my gran was short, plump and very erect so I was hoping against hope that this would pass me by.  I started taking calcium and Vitamin D years ago as a pre-emptive measure.  I walked miles and miles until I couldn’t .  Then I went to the gym regularly till my balance was off.  I modified my diet and do green smoothies most days. Lots and lots of leafy green vegetables. I noticed in the bathroom mirror suddenly that I had a hunch.  And my clothes are fitting my legs differently.  And for certain exercises, my legs seemed out of sync, like one was shorter.

Receiving the spinal arthritis and spine deterioration diagnosis has been devastating and now this! Eventually, I took several deep breaths and did a little research.  Yup, this condition can be the result of the other condition. Lack of exercise and weight bearing can be a factor. Oh, yeah.

Another deep breath and I set up an appointment with my PA (I have all kinds of medical people.  An ever increasing team is necessary). I need this because due to technology I can see my numbers but do not wish to diagnose myself. Yes, she confirmed, I do have osteoporosis and there is medication.  We are rather bombarded with that information – the attractive lady actors extolling the virtues of once or twice a year, oh and yeah, the side effects! Therefore, I realize that there are risks associated with them.  My mother was briefly on Fosomax.  Another funny thing about my mother – she hated taking anything. She took Vitamin E and a multi, something for the dementia, if I recall, and the Fosomax.  You should have heard her complain about how many pills she had to take.  If only, she had seen what I take!  She was taken off Fosomax but I do not know why. The PA said I had choices.  Well, the way my mother felt about pills is the way I feel about needles.  I have a real problem with them.    I don’t like prescription meds.  I prefer another way.  For this, there doesn’t seem to be a non-pharmaceutical option. Well, the Ocrevus is enough infusions for me so those options are out.  Injections are out.  So, what does that leave? The PA doesn’t even hesitate – Fosamax.  I ask her about my numbers and what they mean.  She cannot access them.  This is not confidence making.

A tiny bit more research.  I can rebuild some of the bone. I am in search of an endocrinologist.

In the meantime, I am being gentle with me so that I don’t fall and focus on the positive.

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