7 years ago I was told that I needed a knee replacement and then likely my other knee would face the same fate.
I was 41.
I stopped playing softball.
I stopped walking just to walk.
I stopped using stairs and curbs.
I stopped parking away from the store to get extra steps.
One day, I was on the beach, walking through sand and cursing every painful step. I wanted to walk to the water, but it was not possible. The water’s edge was too far. It was that moment I decided enough.
I drew the proverbial line in the sand and made a decision to get it done. I was 43 years old.
I was 45 for the #TLKR and 46 (7 months later) for the #TRHR because I pushed the knee too long before replacing it. 6 weeks ago I had my right knee replaced, I am 48.
I had no idea that in that pain I would find purpose. I am so grateful that each of the joints have way surpassed my expectations for recovery. Mostly because I knew they would. I had no doubt they would.
I now share the mindset and activities that got me through those recoveries in a thriving free community on Facebook.
If you are not on Facebook, it's ok, this is my digital home. You can find me anywhere.
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