Impossibly Possible?

My arm is broken. I know, I know, you are thinking, “Kyra, I know it’s broken, silly. 🤪” Well, you see, it’s broken again. On July 12, 2019, we went to the doctor to find out why I was having so much pain. They took an X-ray, and there wasn’t anything visibly wrong. BUT, I was in so much pain, and I couldn’t move it or pick it up at all without immense anguish, so they decided to put a cast on anyways. Couldn’t hurt right?!!!

WRONG. On the 29th of July, we went in to have the cast removed. They took it off, and I could hold it up without pain. I noticed a new strange bump on my arm, but it could just be swollen, right? Nope.

After we took X-rays, we waited in the room for the doctor. He opened the door, and he said, “I don’t have good news.”

My initial thought was that the infection had gotten worse. It was a shock when he said, “Your radius is broken.”

“Huh?!” That was my first reaction. He showed us a picture:

Yup, your eyes do not fool you. My bone is broken into two different pieces. It’s called a “non-union” break. I find it crazy that I can pick it up without any pain when it looks like that. I also don’t understand why I felt immense pain when my bone barely had a crack in it (when we went in to get the cast on). It just doesn’t make sense.

As of this visit on July 29, 2019, we are now going to go to a “non-union” specialist. It typically takes weeks to months to get in to see him, but my doctor called him personally. Now, we have an appointment on Monday, the 5th. My mom, grandma, and aunt all think that I will need immediate surgery, and they are all nurses.

People have asked how I’ve stayed strong throughout this whole process, and the truth is, I smile and laugh through the tears. Some days are harder than others for sure.

Some ask what I thought when I learned that my arm had broken yet again…inside the cast!!!! And to be completely honest, I was relieved. [Insert huh and what faces] I felt validated. The entire time I had the cast on, I felt like my arm wasn’t actually broken. It wasn’t visible on the x-ray, so how could it be broken? Two weeks ago, the doctor had said, “Well it doesn’t look broken, but you obviously did something to it.” So to learn that I was right all along…well it felt freeing. I felt so validated. Funny, right?

I also really like the fact that something has to be done. The sooner something is done, the faster I can recover and heal. I hated the cast. Before we had even found out that it had broken inside the cast, I thought the cast was ineffective and inefficient because it was just a waiting game. To me, surgery eliminates the wait. Plus, they will most likely put new hardware in, and this means that it will (hopefully) not break again.

So there you go. My arm is broken again, and I’m not too mad about it. I’ll keep you updated as we go! See ya next time! 👋🏼