Well.
I don't really have words.
After Galway last fall, I noticed that Ringo had a slight irregularity mid-way down his right front tendon. He wasn't lame, but there was definitely a lump; I had the vet check it out then and we couldn't find anything wrong and I so continued on, but it was definitely at the back of my mind. Then, I both hurt my back and wanted to go home for the holidays and decided to send Ringo down to Gina's for the entire month of December; while he was there, I asked for him to get ultrasounded at UC Davis just to make sure that our findings at Stanford were correct. I had kind of hoped to get to go to Davis myself, but I trusted Gina fully to take good care of him and bring back a full report. It did turn out that there was a small lesion on the superficial tendon, but Gina stressed to me that he should be fine, needed no rehab at all, and could continue with full work. I thought this was a little strange, but I trusted her opinion fully and was really eager for the season to begin.
And, as the record of this blog shows, something was up pretty much from the beginning. I just didn't have the horse that I'd been having so much fun on the fall before. Since Ringo was sound and OK'ed to be working, I was certain (and Gina confirmed) that it was my riding that was causing the problems. As he got worse, I kept wondering whether something was physically wrong, but he never presented lameness and the lump on his tendon never seemed to change or get bigger, so I had to assume that the problem was elsewhere. After Three Day Ranch, which was such a disaster, I felt almost certain that something was physically up, and so got him checked out by Gina's vet. We did a full work up and found some very minor hock soreness and maybe the hint of foot soreness and treated with pads and hock injections, but the tendons were all deemed to be fine and so we didn't take any ultrasounds.
Of course, pads and hock injections did very little to solve Ringo's stopping, for which Gina's solution was to tell me that he was no good, that he had a natural propensity for stopping that showed in his record that I, through my bad riding, had amplified, and that I had effectively ruined him. She told me that, if I left him with them, they could start campaigning him at Intermediate again sell him off before I "ruined my investment" by getting eliminated a bunch of times trying to compete him myself because I was way too poor a rider to fix him. They topped this off by informing me that they already had buyers lined up to look at him and all I had to do was leave him in their care. Instead, Ringo and I got the hell out of there.
Because I was feeling a bit suspicious about the whole situation down in Atascadero, I decided to have Ringo rechecked when I got up to Stanford. Once again, however, the vets at Stanford could find no problem with him and saw no need to ultrasound, so we decided not to. My vet told me directly that the problem with his jumping was going on "in between his ears."
So, that was the way I had been dealing with the problem: working consistently to build strength, trying to go at whatever pace he felt comfortable at progressing at, and doing repetitive low jumping exercises as often as possible to get his mind back into wanting to jump. All spring he never took a single lame step and honestly felt better on the flat than he'd ever felt before. But all along, something was nagging at the back of my mind.
By the time we got to Groton House, I was pretty certain that I had given him the best and most consistent ride I could possibly give him to prepare, and he still stopped cold in the stadium. I decided after that to get him checked out by a vet yet again, this time at home, and this time do a full ultrasound and not just a lameness workup, because it was clear that he wasn't lame but that something must be bothering him.
And you know what we found? A big. GIANT. HOLE. in his superficial, compromising around 45% of the tendon diameter. Not good. Not good at all. I also showed the vet the ultrasound images from last time (which she actually showed me how to read!) and she told me that if we had continued without the stopping and tried to do a two star as the vets at Davis (or Gina's interpretation of the vets at Davis... I'll never know) said that we could, there would have been a good chance that he would have had a traumatic breakdown along the way. He never should have been working, let alone jumping SO MUCH all spring long. Because I'd been told over and over again that the problem wasn't physical but one that had to be trained out of him, I'd essentially undergone a systematic method of making his injury worse for months.
I feel sick. I've let Ringo down. I knew all along in my gut that something was wrong, and I didn't do anything about it. I listened to the advice of others instead of my own intuition, and my horse paid the price. There were so many times during the spring when I could have gotten him ultrasounded again and caught this earlier, before the damage was so bad. Instead, I just made it worse and worse. And all this time, I was getting frustrated with Ringo's stopping when he was actually giving me all he had and hurting himself further with every jump I made him take.
On the upside, he has a great chance at making a full recovery. The road is going to be long from here, and it will be at least six months until I get to ride him again, but it's very possible that, a year from now, I'll have back that wonderful horse that I first tried a year ago.
Ringo is going to get a month of stall rest and hand walking, and then we're going to start the process for stem cell and PRP (Platelet Rich Plasma) treatment. Fingers crossed!