YEAH, FINALLY! I'm on my way back!
Yesterday, those were the first words out of my son's mouth when he was wheeled back to the waiting room after getting his Tommy John surgery. As they opened the door and wheeled him out, he had this big grin on his face and said those wonderful words. He felt pretty good and wasn't in any pain after the surgery. In fact, we had to stop for a milkshake on the way home as he was hungry, and then he had a light dinner last night. So far, so good.
To those whom I've been corresponding with while we battled through the managed health care system, thank you for all of your kind words of encouragement and support, they have been very much appreciated. In the end, we were denied in our final appeal to our health insurance company, and went ahead with the surgeon whom we thought was the best option here in Northern California, Dr. Kenneth Akizuki. I had to pay for the entire cost of the surgery out of pocket, but have no regrets. We're confident that he had the best care possible. Now, the long road of rehab begins next week. The physical therapy is another point of debate between our primary care group and myself. There is only one PT in the Sacramento area whom we're able to find who has experience rehabbing TJ patients, and that is who we're going to work with. Our medical group won't refer us to him, so I'm paying for that entirely on my own too. At least that is not the same type cost as the surgery.
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Isn't it amazing how the healing process often starts with a milk shake? 
