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Late Night MRI’s

Friends of Padre Steve’s World,

Well for the second time in two weeks I am making a trip for an MRI of a knee deep in the night at Naval Medical Center Portsmouth. They do quite the business there, the MRI and CT suite is in operation 24/7 all year long. My last MRI revealed more damage to my right knee, but it looks like it will not require a knee replacement, but an alternative to have Interventional Radiology cauterize the nerves to the right knee. The bone and joint surgeon doesn’t think that majority of the pain is coming from the knee itself and he wouldn’t want to replace the knee and have no reduction in the pain. I am now waiting for that procedure to be scheduled.

My left knee, which will be scanned tonight, about 1:30 AM was operated on to repair a torn meniscus in February. It now hurts worse than it ever did. The surgeon who did the original surgery mentioned that I probably will need a knee replacement at some time. All I hope is that the results of this MRI give a way forward to either fix or reduce the pain in my left knee. If it requires replacement fine, if the pain can be controlled with the treatment by Interventional Radiology, I would be very happy.

I should know something on that in the next week or so. The surgeon who did the original surgery has been great about keeping in contact, providing test results as soon as he has access to them, even on weekends, and providing additional referrals.

So, I will drive over to the hospital about midnight and hopefully they will be get me in earlier. I really don’t like to be on the road at such an hour. If all goes well I’ll be home and in bed by 3:00 AM. I need to be up by 9:30 to watch Bayern München play for the Bundesliga championship.

So until tomorrow,

Peace,

Padre Steve+

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A Last Drink before Surgery in the Morning

Friends of Padre Steve’s World,

As I lift this stein, an hour and a half before I can neither eat and drink before by arthroscopic knee surgery Thursday I wish you all the best. Sadly, in order to get to the hospital where the surgery will be done I will have to be up way before sunrise. As anyone with any sense knows, the darkness of the morning is God’s way of letting you know you should still be in bed.

I had a great day having lunch with a Navy Chaplain who I now call a friend who I threw a coffee cup at in between missions in Al Anbar Province in 2007. Yes I was already dealing with PTSD back then but didn’t know it. He’s a great guy, and my wife Judy loves his wife as a dear friend. Then this evening I dinner and a couple of beers with a fellow progressive Navy Chaplain of my age who suffers from many of my afflictions and others far worse.

Now, I have every bit of confidence in the surgery that will be conducted on my left knee Thursday, which is like a few hours from now, which is kind of like today if I lived in Germany. But by the time you read this dear reader it will be today, unless you ready it tomorrow or sometime after that, but I digress…

That being said, my right knee, which I had a Platelet Rich Plasma treatment on a week ago still hurts like a motherfucker. If that continues I will probably need a knee replacement which could throw my projected retirement date into doubt. Honestly, I don’t give a flying fuck so long as it gets fixed before I leave active duty and have to surrender valuable private sector work in order to wait on the VA to fix it. Call me selfish and entitled, but after nearly 38 years of throwing my body under the bus for the country I deserve getting it taken care of before I retire and am cast off into the abyss of veteran care.

So anyway. Whenever you read this, lift a pint and say a prayer for me, and those far worse off than me. There are a lot of them, and most are too intimidated by the system to throw the bullshit flag like I have been doing for the past decade. I owe much of this to my military and civilian therapists and psychiatrists who encouraged me as a Chaplain and senior officer to tell the truth and speak out. Sadly, quite a few of the senior officers and Chaplains I have known swallowed the pain and taken their lives, and there were times that I would have done the same if it wasn’t for Judy and our dogs, especially Molly who decided she wanted to live with me in North Carolina during the times I most wanted to die. I couldn’t kill myself because she was so devoted to me. Now I have Izzy, Pierre, and Minnie. Judy would love all of them, but Pierre and Izzy are devoted to me. Strange how things like that keep you alive when nothing else does.

Until tomorrow, have a great night.

Peace,

Padre Steve+

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