I was diagosed with Scheurmanns when I was 22. I am now 50. Apart from being prescribed Oral Morphine and other 'pain killers', and having had CT and MRI scans, X-Rays, direct pain killing injections (including epidural), the condition continues to get ever more painful and progressively worse by the month.
Lower limb movement is now severely restricted and with the problem now affecting other areas (neck, shoulder and basically all of the spine), coupled with excessive fluid in the spinal cord in the neck, the pain is now virtually unbearable.
I cannot help myself any more and the medics/doctors seem unable or unwilling to help. The prognosis (as far as I'm concered) is that I will be left to suffer the pain, and the task of affording any personal help, left to my wife. I don't wan't this for her.
I'm thinking un-Christian thoughts, and do not know ho much more of this I can take. I wouldn't wish this condition on anyone, and even when I see a 'specialist', am basically left to my own devices.
So much for serving your country (I'm ex military) and advances in medical science. For some of us, these things mean little when you are trapped inside your own body racked in unimaginable pain. Loved ones can do nothing other than worry themselves sick over you. All I would ask for is the opportunity to be seen by a spinal spcialist, but my 'consultant' seems not to be willing to re-refer me.
For those of you who have this condition, my thoughts are very much with you. I just feel that I'm now on lifes scrap heap, and frankly there's not much reason to remain in my mortal form (family aside).
I hope that anyone reading this will be afforded far better medical aid than I have thus far. Internet research suggests that there are clinics than can help, so why won't the clinitians make the referral? I guess it's down to cost. My life isn't worth a damn. I've paid my dues (taxes) and served my time (military), now I'm on lifes scrap-heap and no-one gives a damn.
Sorry, I just get so angry at times. After months without a proper night's sleep, it gets to you. At 4am when the pain wakes you up, and during the day you wipe away the tears from the pain, enough becomes enough.