I was 41 when I was told that I needed a knee replacement and then likely my other knee would face the same fate.
I stopped playing softball.
I stopped walking just to walk.
I stopped using stairs and curbs. (Yes, CURBS!)
I stopped parking miles away from the store simply 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 my left knee replacement and 46 (7 months later) for the right knee replacement, because I pushed the knee too long before replacing it. I had my right knee replaced at 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.
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