saint_annie

Fraxel : My Journey to a New Self Image - Toronto, ON

It will happen my sister and friend.
I know this just like I know the spelling of my name-LOL.
Satan meant it for evil but trust me, but God...
...and you know what? I already paid for my dancing shoes because I am convinced beyond every reasonable doubt that He is giving me a double for my shame...

Thanks Megan for your kind words. Your last sentence will not be anything other than the truth.
Truth is, I studied Communication and I was careful not to "break" my readers with the "horror movie" I became a part of on May 09, 2000.

As for the picture, trust me, I chose a very beautiful and modest copy for publication.
The injury covers from the shoulders up to the back area - actually, beyond the elbow.
I have no explainations to give for the use of both hands and the functionality I have received back on my ball and socket joint, my elbow and even the entire upper arm but I bless the God who is a "very present help"...

The primary reason I have come out (albeit anonymously (for now)) with this "story" is because I am believing God that someone in the years down the line, will read this "beautiful story" that is about to have an "unbelievably beautiful ending" and have reason to "not give up" on himself (or herself). That morning, (it was not even 7.00am yet) I left good chunck of flesh and some pieces of bones at the accident scene, lost more blood than I will dare to confess, was as white as a sheet of old paper in the bookshelf and thankfully, I was in and out of consciousness. (if I wasn't, I probably will have no review to write on fraxel - LOL).

Well, one look at me, the doctors decided on amputation and lovingly suggested it to me (How Nice of them!!!). The humerous was in an incoherent state, the upper arm flesh was ripped like a huriccane came against it but somehow, the all wise God had preserved the nerves that control the movement of my left fingers so still supporting the remaining piece (Ulna and Radius) with my right hand, I used my most courteous voice and told them "no, I can still move my fingers". Those magic words bought me all the time I needed to escape the surgeon's knives and saw.

The doctors equally expected that the broken bones would naturally repair themselves in a couple of days so they had POP on it and with my eyes wide open and my voice crying in the tongues of men and maybe the tongues of angels, I watch them patch me up with an innumerable number of stiches. (OMG, I think a credit in needle work/sewing should bea prerequisite for admission into medical school - well, just kidding).

Well, against all expectations, the bones did not repair themselves, my flesh broke down completely and what my secluded room smelled like can only be better imagined. To make it a little difficult for them, I could no longer take the pains so I refused all antibiotic injections. This did not help the injury at all. Again, I was approached and amputation was suggested because the pus and smell was not too good for my bloodstream and God knows what else. I held unto all I knew about God and I told them so I told them No! ... come to think of it, if I could not deal with ordinary needles, why will anyone think I could handle an amputation? I am sorry to be saying this, but heaven was preferable to injections, "pin" in the bone pieces or amputation at this point.

I was there for three months and in the last 3 weeks of my stay at that hospital, everything turned in my favor. The darkened skin started turning pink, pieces of broken glass from the car window started falling off of my skin, strength came on my left arm (although the x-ray showed a different picture). The arm was "shrunk" to the size of the humerous bone but if you look at the picture I sent, you will agree with me that a force beyod human comprehension is truly at work.

I am grateful to be alive today but I cannot wait to have my brand new arm. You can be sure I will publish all of them - including the ones I have retained now(LOL).

I am African and I had fraxel restore procedure on my arm for an 11 year old very ugly surgical and auto accident scar 7 days ago. I had the numbing cream for over 40 mins before the procedure, the pain was tolerable too and my skin was "roasting" for about 2 hours after the procedure. About 4 hours later, I could comfortably take a warm shower without feeling the heat on my arm. By the next day, the only reminder that I had had the fraxel restore was the innumerable tiny dots on my skin (they look like holes). The area is bronzing, I have a break out in both sides of my face(never had a break out before) and a section of the treated area was very itchy all day.
Since I am practically seeing no change presently (maybe I will in the next few days), Is there a way to tell if the settings were way too low and my skin type and I may be needing higher settings in my next treatment next month? I have seven more to go.
Please let me know.
Thanks
-annie