At my most recent visit with the dentist, about a month ago, I finally asked her about the oral surgeon’s recommendation that I get a full implant to replace my upper teeth – with screws in my cheek bones to stabilize it – and the dentist said it was the best option for me, despite the cost. She said that I will lose more teeth, more rapidly, in the near future, because of the progression of gum recession and bone loss. She was definite, and the hygienist, who I’ve been going to for about twenty years (she worked with my previous dentist too), agreed with the dentist’s assessment, and said that I’d be in good hands with this particular oral surgeon. My mother had also done her research, with friends in the dental field and of course on Google, and she felt that this was the right plan too. And, Mom said, as a result of my father’s death last fall she would be getting a larger social security check from now on, so, in a way, my father would be helping to pay for it.
I was still scared, though, of the cost of the procedure and the radical nature of it; but I was more scared of not doing it, or of not doing it in time, and losing more teeth without having something to replace them.
As soon as we called the oral surgeon to say yes, the process started to move forward at high speed. The office manager at the oral surgeon’s office had to do a credit check to see if I qualified for a loan, and then I needed to go into the office to sign the loan papers, and get x-rays and a lot of pictures of my smile, and intra-oral pictures to cover every centimeter of my mouth, so that the surgery could be planned out and the temporary and permanent implants designed. The doctor’s assistant, who did all of the pictures, some even with her cell phone while I used the retractors to hold my mouth open, also gave me a rundown of what to expect after the surgery: a lot of pain (with a prescription for Percocet, just in case), and bruising on my face for ten days to two weeks, and oh yeah, it might be difficult to get used to eating and talking with the temporary implant (the permanent one would come in three months and be made of less bulky and more long-lasting materials), and I’d have to be on a soft food diet for the whole three months to protect the temporary implant, and probably not eat much at all for the first few days while my gums healed, before they could even put the temporary implant in place.
I went home with a gift bag (a Water Pik, signed loan papers, cough drops, and colorful plumes of paper), and a lot of fear. I knew I had to follow through with this, not just because of the loan papers, but because this would be my best option to feel like a viable person in the future, but I had a lot of nightmares: teeth being pulled out of my mouth with rusty plyers, monsters shoving things down my throat while I’m under anesthesia, etc.
A day or two later, I got an email from the Anesthesiologist’s office telling me what I’d need to do for medical clearance before the surgery: I’d need an EKG and blood tests and an overall exam from my primary care doctor, and an okay from a pulmonologist. But my primary care doctor didn’t have any appointments available until the week after the surgery, and it took a while before one of the schedulers at her office offered to let me see the nurse practitioner there who had an opening. And then I called the office of a pulmonologist I’d seen five or six years ago, for shortness of breath, and his scheduler said he didn’t have appointments available until October.
So, back to the primary care doctor’s office for a referral to another pulmonologist, and, wonder of wonders they had a name ready and he had an appointment available within an hour. And he was lovely. He read through my test results from five years ago, and checked my breathing, and took a short history, and gave me his okay for surgery. He told me that he’d had a similar situation where he’d needed pulmonary clearance for surgery, and they wouldn’t take his own medical word for it, so he’d gone to the pulmonologist I’d seen before (the one with no appointments until October) to get his clearance done.
After that, I was finally able to take a deep breath. It seemed like things were going to be okay, and there were even nice people in the world who understood what I was going through, and then I got home and found a jury summons in the mail, for the week of the surgery.
Really God? Really?!
I had to email the jury commissioner’s office directly because the only postponement options offered online were for during the school year, and luckily they were able to give me a new date in August (by which time my bruises would, hopefully, be less visible).
At the same time, I was preparing for the trip to the hospital in Philadelphia (which turned out to be a virtual visit at the last minute, thank God), and worrying about whether or not to take the next semester of my online Hebrew class over the summer, knowing I’d have to miss a couple of class sessions, and possibly stay off camera for a few others, what with bruises on my face and lispy, awkward speech. But the idea of not having those classes, and only having the pain to look forward to, seemed too awful, so I stuck with it. And then I needed to go for a Covid test and pick up the meds from CVS that I was supposed to start three days before the surgery, and…
And then Mom’s hip replacement popped out. Her hip had been sore for a few days, but the doctor wasn’t worried and just recommended more rest. But when I came in from walking the dog’s Saturday morning Mom said, “I have some bad news,” or something equally as understated, and she told me she could feel something protruding under the skin and she was ready to throw up from the pain. I raced around looking for the doctor’s phone number, which was probably in plain sight somewhere, and eventually found it online, and the doctor said to call for an ambulance and go to the emergency room. The dogs barked up a storm from behind my bedroom door when the paramedics arrived, but Mom was really calm and just needed some help getting her shoes on before they guided her down the stairs in a wheelchair and out to the ambulance.
The ER was crowded with Covid patients, so I wasn’t allowed to go in and had to wait for news at home. And I still wasn’t allowed to go in later in the day, after they’d decided to transfer her to the hospital in the city where she’d had the original surgery, so I had to drop off her clothes and phone charger with a very nice security guard, without seeing her at all. And then I went home and called the oral surgeon’s office and left a message (it was the weekend) telling him that I would have to postpone the surgery, which was supposed to have taken place that Thursday. And then I had to sit and wait.
Up until that moment I’d felt like I was on a speeding train with all of the doctors’ appointments and the upcoming oral surgery and jury duty and then getting Mom to the emergency room and bringing her clothes. And then the world just stopped, and all I could do was sit by the phone.
But Mom’s second surgery finally took place mid-week, and it went well, though the surgeon sounded more humble on the phone this time around, explaining exactly what he’d done to make the hip replacement more stable. And then I heard from the oral surgeon’s office manager that my new surgery date wouldn’t be until late in August, dangerously close to the beginning of the synagogue school year (though I’m hopeful that with the latest Covid sub-variant going around, I will be able to wear a mask in the classroom and not feel too self-conscious).
Now that Mom’s home, and safe, I should be feeling better, but I’m afraid of what will happen when the world starts moving again and I have to rush to the drug store, or see doctors, or go to jury duty, or prepare for my own surgery, or go back to teaching in the fall. I feel like a stopped clock that has to be reset, and my arms will flail out of control as I start to speed forward through the hours again. But for now, there’s a calm in our house, as Cricket climbs back up onto her grandma’s bed, and even lets Ellie sit nearby (though not for long); we can all breathe a sigh of relief, knowing we are home, together, where we belong.
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So sorry about all you are going through. I hope your mother recovers well and your surgery goes well. I have only had one implant (right in front) and it has been wonderful. God’s blessing be with you both.
Feeling like a clock to be reset was a great visual analogy (unfortunately, of a stressful feeling). Wow. Such a rollercoaster of expectations and motion and waiting. I’m glad your mom is home now. Good luck with the timing of the next go round and everything associated with it.
Oh, Rachel–what a rollercoaster this has been! The last few lines of your post put me at ease, “But for now, there’s a calm in our house…we can all breathe a sigh of relief, knowing we are home, together, where we belong.” Good luck to you and your mom.
I hope your mom recovers well from her surgery. I’ve had 4 dental implants done, 2 at a time. I hope you get your procedure done smoothly. Hugs
Oh my gosh that’s a lot to deal with! Wishing you and your mom a quick healing 💕
Sending you courage and encouragement! 💕
Thinking of you and your mom (and the pups of course!). Glad you’re currently getting a reprieve from all the medical stuff.
Wow, so many moving parts and then your Mum’s hip becomes an emergency. I’m hoping it all works out with the timing for your oral surgery. Hopefully it’s less frantic and everything falls into place.
That would be great! Thank you!
Nothing seems to come easily these days. Wishing you and your Mom well Rachel. Allan
Sorry about all the turmoil. Hope and pray all goes beautifully in these next few weeks and months.
The word grueling came immediately to mind. I was almost in tears reading this. Best wishes for recovery, health and peace to you and your mother.
Here is a great big virtual hug.
that is so much to deal with – hugs
Roller coaster ride is actually too calm to describe what your life has been like recently/. I hope you can take a deep breath and find some calm before your rescheduled surgery. I also hope your Mother will get a more stable hip this time.
Me too! Thank you!
I’m sending a hug to you, your mom, and the doggies. I hope you’ll be smiling a bright, new smile soon!
It’s times like these that show you you are so much stronger than you realize. ❤️💕
I wish I could just take a summer-long nap instead, but thank you.
Sounds like you’ve got too much on your plate!
I totally agree!
Wow, what an extreme juggling act you are experiencing. So many balls in the air and not enough arms to catch them. But it sounds like things are finally falling into the right place. Hope your mother’s recovery goes smoothly. Relieved you could get a new appointment for your own surgery.
Wish you successful implant fixation and quick recovery
Except for your Mom’s hopefully successful surgery this doesn’t bear thinking about
Wow, a pretty hectic and worrying time. At least you can now press pause and your mum has time to recover before your oral surgery. It sounds like a tough gig but I’m sure it’ll go well and you’ll be delighted with the outcome.
I hope so! Thank you!
Oh Wow! Things certainly have been happening all in a rush Rachel. So sorry about your Mum’s hip but glad that’s been sorted. Good luck with the dental work. Losing teeth has always been one of my greatest fears, and it would appear that is creeping up on both Hubby and I. Getting a dental appointment is a bit of a joke and we have no confidence in our current practice who we cannot contact in an emergency because we can never get through and they have no email, plus they have given us both conflicting reports on our last two visits.
So sorry to hear that! Having reliable people to turn to makes such a difference.
Wow…all I have is wow. I hope you all got a good sleep at least.
“I’ll sit with you, Mommy,” says it all. Please know that you are getting a lot of prayers, love, and virtual support from your blogger friends. I hope your mother heals quickly and your second surgery appointment stands.
Thank you so much!
Goodness! So much overwhelm. Hopefully some semblance of harmony remains in you. Be well.
Sorry to hear what you have undergone. Dental procedures are really difficult, but now they take comparatively less time. I have also visited dentists many times. Hope everything will settle down soon.
I hope so too! Thank you!
Sounds like you are going through challenging situations.
You know, in your itemizing this heap of deeply unsettling news, I’m sensing a strengthening of your own belief that “Dammit; we’ll get through all this!” I hope that is the way you feel, Rachel—because you will. Best to you and your mom. Looking forward to your sharing a picture of your beautiful smile once surgery and healing are complete.
What a rotten time you are having Rachel. Best wishes to you and your mum.
That story has to come under the headline, “You couldn’t make it up”, Rachel. I hope your mum makes a full recovery soon, and that your oral surgery goes ahead without a further hitch.
Best wishes, Pete.
What a terrible whirlwind. Glad to hear your mother is recovering and good luck on the oral surgery.
You dear mother is so stoic about her pain. I’m very glad she was able to get in last week to get the second surgery. Hopefully this will take care of it. I can only imagine the stress you are feeling with everything that’s going on. Prayers for you both.
Thank you so much!
I know how you feel, somewhat Rachel. I saw a dentist once, Dr. Craven (fits), that messed in my mouth one time to withdraw a bad tooth. He put me under anesthesia (for a reason, I suspect), then gouged the tooth out. Must have been in a hurry. He was gone when I awoke. He left such a reckless gap there that I bled maybe a quart of blood that night. Finally as I felt weak and the bleeding wouldn’t stop, I had to go to another dentist that night to sew me up. He was disgusted by the work the other dentist did he told me as he sewed me up.
Anyway, the upshot for this post is that he’d removed so much gum there (late for a golf game?) that the gum around the next tooth began to recede. Years later it’s still receded around it, but amazingly, though the tooth below the enamel is exposed, and has been for a long time, it hasn’t developed a cavity, and I hope it doesn’t.
I don’t know if it’s just bad luck or what, but I’ve seen so many greedy quacks in the medical industry if I’ve needed to go to one, that I no longer trust that group. So got to take care of your new teeth. Anyway, I mention the story so you’ll not feel so alone
It is hard to trust in God when the world feels chaotic. But He remains in control. ❤
I recommend (if you’re not already) binging on a video dose of David Attenborough. He has a way relaxing you and of making you feel like you are normal. Just a part of earth’s great diversity. 🙂 I check them out at the library, though you can find some of his work online.
That’s a lovely idea!
Sorry to hear about all of this. I hope your mom is on the mend. Maybe waiting is a good thing for you.
Thank you! I hope you’re right.
Wow, you and your mom have really been through a lot recently. Wishing her a speedy recovery from this latest surgery!
Hi, I’m telling you life can be such a full and difficult journey sometimes. Please be encouraged and I am hoping things will turn out well for you and your mom and much strength be granted to you both as you go through with all you have to go through.
I’m so sorry that you and your Mom have had to go through all this. Hopefully you will both see better days ahead.
So much tsuris, Rachel! Wishing you well and sending good, healing vibes!
oh boy Rachel you have your hands full. Sending blessings to your mom and good energy for your surgery!
Thank goodness for the pup dogs.
Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate, Rachel. Good luck with all that.
I am sorry you went through all of that! I can relate as I had a similar situation!
I hope your mom recovers real soon and I hope August goes smoothly for you.
Thank you so much!
I am sure you are almost at the point of saying “What’s next?”. Hoping your mom is doing better. Sending good energy for your dental surgery to go perfectly.
A friend of ours (a little older than you) has the ‘temporary’ teeth awaiting the permanent set in a couple of months time. She has undergone the surgery and had the implants inserted in her jaw (both upper and lower). Although it’s been a long process she is happy with the expected result. Her temporary teeth look great. It is truly amazing what is possible these days!
All the best with all the current happenings in yours and your mum’s life. Your mum sounds like such a strong woman.
That’s so reassuring! Thank you!
Praying that a better tomorrow is headed you an your mothers way!
You’re welcome! 💜