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I think that even someone who knows absolutely nothing about this subject would notice the darkening around my right thigh.
Yes, that’s it. My beloved
avascular necrosis
What is it?
The word “necrosis” sounds terrifying. You immediately imagine some kind of infection and amputation. But the word “aseptic” itself implies that there is no infection. The tissues are dying—but why?
Because the blood supply has been disrupted.
There are many reasons why this can happen. In my case, the cause is unknown. Maybe some kind of congenital deformity, or an autoimmune disease. It doesn’t matter.
What matters is that the blood stopped reaching the bone. The bone cells died, and the bone became brittle. Eventually, the bone starts to break down and
collapse inward on itself.
Is it painful?
Yes—it’s one of the most painful conditions in orthopedics. When the joint is deteriorating, the pain is constant and agonizing. It hurts even when I’m resting and keeps me awake at night. Movement is difficult. That’s why I take what feels like an entire pharmacy’s worth of medication every day.
There is also inflammation—swelling inside the bone. My MRI also shows
bone marrow edema. This creates pressure, which is painful in itself.
Why did it take so long to diagnose?
The disease cannot be seen on a regular X-ray, especially in its early stages. Although stage three is obviously visible even that way.
A diagnosis this serious is rare in a 22-year-old woman. Few doctors considered this possibility.
As it turned out, they suspected my knee—the pain radiates there—and my back—the pain radiates there too—but they only looked at my hip as a last resort. The pain isn’t clearly localized; it hurts somewhere “in there” and everywhere at once. I’m young, thin, and physically active. It’s no wonder everything was so complicated!
How am I being treated?
Conservative treatment is no longer going to help at my stage. I’m waiting for surgery. While I wait, I walk with a cane to take the load off the joint.
Of course, the doctors recommend crutches rather than a cane. But this is where I’m going to fight for my little cane. Besides, we’ll still have plenty of time to walk with crutches… And to survive this existence, I stuff myself with pills.
That’s how things are. Also, when I walk, my right leg turns inward. Apparently, my leg is looking for the least painful position.
And yes, when the femoral head becomes deformed, it loses its proper round shape. The joint stops working like a ball-and-socket joint. That’s a problem too, because the load is distributed incorrectly across the spine and ankle, and the healthy hip joint also becomes overloaded.
It turns out that one thing breaking down causes everything else to break down too.
That’s how things are. And we sing sad songs about fucking.