He was absolutely right.
As you can see from the above picture, the normal nerve is supposed to be the size of cooked spaghetti or even smaller. Most people with MN can relieve it by only having ligaments cut so that over time, pressure is relieved and the tumors on the nerves will shrink and not be aggravated anymore. The tumors form in the same way that an Oyster makes a pearl from a grain of sand. Increased friction and pressure over time forms a not-so-beautiful tumor on the nerve, otherwise known as a neuroma.
My feet were worst case scenario. When the doctor got in there back in 2011, he found that the nerves were so badly damaged and covered in tumors and the only way to fix it was to cut the ligaments and remove the tumors. My nerves, which were supposed to be teh size of spaghetti, were in fact the size of a grown man's finger. Huge and corroded.
The left foot healed beautifully, but the right foot never seemed right after surgery. Over time I could feel a mass forming around the ball of my foot and I figured it was just scar tissue. I did my best to break up the tissue by doing some physical therapy exercises, but back in June it was really bothering me so I figured I needed to get back in to see the doctor. When I went in, he found that yes there was a massive amount of scar tissue, but there was also a massive nerve where it had once been removed. It had grown back! Seriously, call me Wolverine. Apparently I regenerate just like he does. The doctor gave me a steroid shot in hopes to soften and shrink the scar tissue which would in turn relieve pressure from the area.
After the triathlon I did in August, I realized that the steroid had NOT worked and that I needed to get back in to see the doctor. When I did, we weighed pros and cons and decided that the best thing would be to go back in an operate. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
I get extremely nervous before surgery and the great anesthesiologist gave me a dose of "liquid courage" to calm me down before heading into the OR. I remember feeling very tense and being on the brink of a panic attack before he administered the drug. He put it into my IV and two seconds later I felt a warm sensation go through me from head to toe. Good doctor. I think I laughed a whole lot and when I got wheeled into the OR and saw everyone wearing blue gowns and masks, I laughed more and said everyone looked like smurfs. And then there was nothing.