|an example of extreme lymphedema|
I've done occupational therapy with one of the best lymphedema specialists in the area. I've done exercises. I've done iontophoresis. I've gotten up way earlier than anyone should have to get up to have ionto done. I've pretty much stopped all exercise (I'm sure I'll catch you all up on the issues I'm having at the other end of my body that are also interfering with exercise). I've done ice. I've done rest. I've done massage. I've given it time.
Generally, this condition clears up over time.
Finally, and only because of the incredible trustworthiness of my breast surgeon and the wonderful nurse practitioner Nurse Pez as well as the most wonderful practitioners at NWOhio Orthopedics, I decided to break one of the inviolate rules of lymphedema avoidance (no needles). And I submitted to a cortisone injection.
Those of you who have been following my health saga know that I hate needles. I fear them. I despise them. I do not happily succumb to injections. I tend to not succumb to them without the aid of anti-anxiety meds.
And it worked.
For three days.
Now the pain is returning.
So far, it's not too bad. And maybe it's not getting worse. Hopefully, it will resolve over time. Meanwhile, I continue to rest the elbow (as much as one can rest an elbow...I still have to do things that cause pain, such as hold things in my hand and grocery shop). Yesterday, carrying a water bottle caused shooting pain.
However, it's not as bad as it was, and it's not getting worse.
So, that's all good.