It has been too long since my last post, but I thought this would be a good place to start. The PAO Project was started by a "hip" friend as a way to be a source of information from the patient's perspective. It's also a way to provide resources for those diagnosed with hip dysplasia and about to embark on PAO surgery and recovery. If you would like more information or to submit your own PAO story check out the link:
http://thepaoproject.com
The following is My PAO story that I submitted to the project entitled "My Story Has Only Begun..."

Hi! My name is Ashley Spalla and I am 27 years old. I was 21 years old when I was diagnosed with bilateral hip dysplasia. I never knew I had hip dysplasia and had been a very active child growing up. I continued a high level of activity into college which included distance running, CrossFit and Army ROTC. I knew something was wrong after I experienced searing hip pain during an ROTC basketball tournament in January 2009. After an MRI I was diagnosed with hip dysplasia, labral tear and ligament tears. I was more than terrified and the lack of available knowledge only worsened my anxiety and fear. I had my RPAO in June 2009. During my PAO journey I was also diagnosed with a rare connective tissue disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, Classical type. I have endured 21 surgeries total, 11 on my hips and 8 of which where on my right hip. My right hip has undergone a PAO/scope, arthroscopy, hardware removal/revision, femoral varus rotational osteotomy, trochanteric osteotomy, femoral hardware removal with revision, infection IND and arthroscopy/hybrid open surgery. Little did I know that this would begin a journey I could have never anticipated…
For as long as I can remember I have been an athlete. I grew up doing gymnastics, playing softball, basketball, running and competitive cheerleading in high school. Being an athlete was part of my identity. When I went off to college to study biology and pursue a career in medicine I used running as a form of therapy. Being active was a normal part of my day, just like eating or taking a shower. I was also familiar with the injuries that came with an active lifestyle. I had always pushed myself both physically and mentally.
I wanted to take my abilities to the next level, so my Sophomore year of college I enlisted in the Army and joined ROTC. I spent that summer at Basic Combat Training (BCT) and Advanced Individual Training (AIT). In the fall, I continued my Army training through ROTC to become a U.S. Army officer. The winter of 2008-2009 I decided to join our intramural ROTC basketball team for fun. Our ROTC teams played in a tournament at the University of Notre Dame in January 2009. My body and hips where sore, but nothing I didn’t chalk up to training. The tournament was rough physically and I had stabbing and searing pain through my right hip. I tried giving my hip time to recover, but it made no difference.
I knew something was not right with my hip and decided to go to my sports doctor. At most I thought I tore cartilage and would need my hip scoped, but little did I know that torn cartilage would be the least of my problems. I had an immediate MRI and within 24 hours my doctor called me back with the results. I knew with that quick of a response the news was not going to be good. He told me I had a torn labrum, labral cyst, soft tissue tears and hip dysplasia. “Hip dysplasia!?” I replied. “Like a German Shepherd!?” He also told me that this is something that will require surgical intervention and referred me to a hip specialist. After meeting with him he told me that treating hip dysplasia is much more specialized and is not something he does and only a handful of surgeons treated. I was also told that I was fortunate because there was a local hip surgeon in Indianapolis who could correct the dysplasia.
It took a few weeks to get into this surgeon for a consult. In the meantime the anxiety ran rampant as did my searches on the internet for more information. It was not encouraging when the first searches pertained to canine hip dysplasia. There was little information about adult hip dysplasia. No Facebook groups existed, support cites or foundations available to turn to for help. I felt so alone and so angry with my circumstances. The pain and symptoms in my hip deteriorated rapidly. Sleep was difficult, even getting in and out of my car was horridly painful. I felt as if everything I had worked and trained for was in vain.
My consult with the specialist came and went and surgery was scheduled for the summer. I would have my hip socket broken, rotated and screwed back into a position that would allow adequate coverage of the femoral head, which would ultimately give me more stability and preserve my joint. No big deal. The pain was getting worse as was my apprehension about the surgery. Just talking about the surgery made me break down into tears. Depression and anxiety had set in and I got to the point that I needed help coping. It was at that point that my primary care physician prescribed Prozac to help ease the highs and lows. I tried my best to prep for the surgery by getting items for the hospital and things to help during my recovery.
Surgery day came and I was a nervous wreck. I did not sleep at all the night before. My parents where able to stay with me while I was being prepped and waited to be wheeled back to the O.R. I was able to hold it together until I was taken back to the O.R. But, as soon as I went through the doors and saw multiple surgical tables, tables of equipment, my two surgeons and a ton of surgical staff, I panicked. I began crying hysterically and hyperventilating. They didn’t even bother waiting to put me under until I was transferred and positioned because I was so upset. It’s the last thing I remembered till I woke up briefly in PACU, then in my room.

The hospital stay was brutal. It was the first time I ever needed to stay overnight in a hospital. My leg was huge due to swelling because no drains where placed. It took weeks for the swelling to even reasonably subside. Pain management was extremely difficult. I did better in PT than I anticipated, but every movement was excruciatingly painful. I couldn’t believe what I had gotten myself into and if I had made a huge mistake. I spent five nights in the hospital before being discharged to my parents house. The only time I saw my surgeon was in pre-op and the day I was discharged.
The problems developed immediately post-op. The swelling alone took months to resolve. I also developed nerve pain and issues that would later be diagnosed as CRPS (Chronic Regional Pain Syndrome) and required special medication to help calm the nerves. My surgical incision had some staples, stitches and glue. It also took nearly three months to completely close and heal. But, 4-5 months post-op the pain increased and I had developed stress fractures despite still needing the aid of crutches to walk. One problem after another and pain that never really seemed to go away.

About a little over a year post-op the pain had not ceased, so my doctor decided to re-scope the hip. My hip actually needed more repairs due to extensive damage following my PAO, when my activity level was minimal, than prior. I was frustrated because I thought the entire purpose of the PAO was to prevent this exact issue from occurring. After speaking with some other PAO warriors and doing some research I found a research paper that explained the PAO process, failure rates, symptoms of failed PAO’s, etc. It was conducted by the physician who created the PAO or Ganz Osteotomy, Dr. Reinhold Ganz. My symptoms fit everything listed in the research paper. I was dumbfounded. I could not believe this was happening. It also meant that completing ROTC and commissioning as an Army officer would not be possible. It was the end of a dream and a reality I was not prepared to face.
I ultimately found out that the surgeon who performed my PAO was not a trained hip preservation specialist, nor had the experience he told me that he had. The hip surgeon who referred me at first told me that he was unaware that the doctor was not trained, but when speaking with him at a later date told me that he did not inform his patients of other trained surgeons in places such as St. Louis, Detroit or Boston because he “did not think his patients would want to travel for care.” I was furious and devastated that my ability to choose had been taken from me. I was a very angry and resentful person for a long time. I was also deeply hurt that my trust had been violated by people who should have been looking out for my best interest.
To even begin to fix my hip I did endless research and decided to see the best. I scheduled an appointment to see Dr. Millis at Boston Children’s Hospital. Dr. Millis quickly realized there was more than a botched surgery to overcome. He had me see a geneticist and I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, which is a connective tissue disorder that causes a defect in the collagen and tissues of the body. It causes joint hypermobility, instability, poor healing, delicate skin and even heart and vascular issues. It was contributing to the myriad of issues I had been enduring, but had been overlooked by other doctors as “weird” until Dr. Millis.
I have now been a patient of Dr. Millis for over five years and have had twenty-one surgeries total; eight surgeries on my right hip alone. The most recent of surgeries was last year with more in the planning phases. Surgeries will always be needed for maintenance. I have been a staple at my PT clinic and my physical therapist has become a friend and supporter as I have endured surgery after surgery.
I started my PAO journey 6.5 years ago and it has forever changed my life. My hip journey is not finite, but I am determined to continue doing what I love and to never let anyone tell me never. This journey has taught me that I am stronger and more capable than I ever could have imagined. It has taken years to come to a place of acceptance and peace with my circumstances, but there are days that I still struggle. This journey has reignited my love for science as well as a desire to raise awareness and further hip dysplasia research. My story has only begun…
“Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.”