|To those that don't know, this is what a halo brace is|
What's a Halo
|It is hard to tell in this image, but the back of my neck to to the|
top of my upper back lays completely flat on the bed. This was
a VERY comfortable position for me.
Below is video of how I was able to move my neck...
Halo Application Day: April 5, 2016
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...my alarm went off at 4:00 a.m to wake me up so I could be out the door at 4:30 and check into the hospital at 6. My alarm didn't wake me up that morning. I had already been awake since 2:30 because my nerves were getting the best of me. It was hard lying there in my bed knowing that in a matter of hours a new chapter of this medical journey was soon to begin. My neck was finally going to be addressed. For the past three years no neck doctor knew what to make of the situation and didn't want to get involved. I was bounced around from doctor to doctor with nobody willing to take the time to investigate things. Now the moment was finally here to take action. That moment was paralyzing with both apprehension and relief that things would finally be addressed. I was terrified. Most people who are put in a halo brace find themselves in that situation after some sort of severe trauma. My situation was different. I had no severe trauma to my neck; I have EDS. I had multiple days to think about a halo brace being screwed into my skull. I literally emailed to my doctor, "Deep down I know I have to move forward with this which doesn't thrill me. I think I'm just scared to pick a date because the time has finally come to actually take some action and address it." I was willingly signing up for an extreme diagnostic measure to ensure that a fusion would help.
|My dad wrapping his arm around me since he wouldn't be able|
to do it too easy once the halo is on.
|My mom chose to kiss me directly on my head because it wouldn't really|
be possible with the halo on.
Next thing I knew it was time to be wheeled back to the operating room for my 25th surgery. I was enjoying my final moments being able to move my head and not be stuck in a fixed position. When I got into the operating room it was 7:30 am. The nurses had me move over to the operating table. It all happened so fast and practically all at one time. I had one nurse apply a blood pressure cuff to my left arm, another nurse applied calf compression sleeves to massage my calves to prevent blood clots, another nurse was putting oxygen in my nose, one of the other nurses applied warm blankets to me and strapped me to the table with a belt to ensure that I wouldn't fall off...how nice of them. The next thing I knew it was 7:35 and Dr. F was sitting at a table to my left. There was calm commotion going on. I could see eyes looking at one another and I knew something wasn't quite right. I could hear Dr. F on the phone with somebody telling them he has a patient on the operating table right now and we need the halo vest. Next thing I knew, one of the nurses came over to tell me that my surgery had to be delayed because the supply company didn't show up that morning so they didn't have the vest portion of my halo. So I moved back off the operating table to the other bed and was wheeled back to pre-op. Talk about mental torment. The anxiety building up knowing you're about to have the halo applied and then you find out you have to wait a few more hours.
You should have seen the look on my mom and dad's face when they were brought back by me and I wasn't in the halo brace. Apparently nobody told them about the surgery delay and they walked into the picture below. I was all dressed again, and the staff told me I could drink clear liquids until 10:00am because surgery would be done in the afternoon.
|Enjoying my Sprite and ice chips. Dr. F had stopped by me, and told me to|
enjoy my extra few hours being halo free
From this point my parents and I were moved to my room. Originally surgery was supposed to be around 3 or 4. Then we were told it could be done at 5, 6, or 7. This made for a very, very long afternoon. In the meantime, the supply company delivered my halo/vest brace to my room. So for the next several hours I had stare down with it. It was surreal staring at this brace knowing that it was soon going to be secured to my head. There are no words to describe what that is truly like.
|My soon to be new best friend|
|I wonder how many people actually get to take a picture with their halo brace|
before it is actually put on their head
Finally 7:30pm rolled around and I was wheeled back to the pre-op area. Dr. F was my waiting by my waiting room and was very proud that he was going to be my official pre-op nurse. He took great pride in tying the back of my gown in a nice a little bow. I'm telling you, this neurosurgeon has mad skills haha. Dr. F and the anesthesiologist then said it was time for me to give my parents a hug and tell them that I love them because it was time to go back to the operating room.
I'm not going to lie, the halo application was rather unpleasant. I was positioned on the OR table. I was not give general anesthesia and I very much remember the halo being applied. The anesthesiologist did give me a lot of medicine to help me relax which did help. I remember Dr. F saying at one point, "Megan, you're not allowed to go to sleep. You have to stay awake." The worst part of the application is the screws being put into your skull. Two were installed on the front of my forehead, and two were installed on the side of my head above my ears. They have two doctors that do this. They numb the area up but it doesn't eliminate the pain completely. When the screws are screwed in there is a lot of pressure and you can hear a crunchy noise as it moves through your skull. I remember lying there quietly with tears running down my face. I had a nurse on my left that was holding my hand telling me that I was doing a good job, and it was almost done. I also had either a doctor or a nurse on my left side rubbing my arm trying to comfort me. Next thing I knew, Dr. F sat me up so he could get my neck in the most optimal position to make sure my bones were aligned properly. He asked how I felt, and I told him for the first time in years I have NO PAIN in my neck!!! Needless to say, Dr. F was thrilled.
By the time I got back to room the post-operative nausea was kicking in and I wasn't feeling too swift. Fortunately the nurses were on top of things and got me anti-nausea medication which helped drastically.
Once the nausea kicked in and the pain was controlled, my parents noticed that there was finally some relief in my face. My dad is the one that spoke to Dr. F and Dr. F told him that I was awake, doing well, and had no pain in my neck. My mom knew this was true when she saw me because for the first time in several years, my face was relaxed and peaceful. There were no furrow lines.
|So happy to have no pain in my neck!!|
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