Yes, you read the title right. Here we go again. How is this MIMM? Let me explain. I haven’t gotten around to writing about my knee surgery story; however, the quick summary would be I have gotten 3.5 knee surgeries since June 28, 2011 on my right knee. I had arthroscopy for every surgery and had menisci repairs, plica removal, and subchondroplasty for a severe stress fracture. Yes. It was a very, very heartbreaking time for me. I’ve learned so much since my first surgery and I hope, hope, hope this one is the last one. Surgery #4.
After going to a rheumatologist, taking steroids, injecting steroids, seeing a hematologist, and trying every possible thing besides surgery, I saw my surgeon on Thursday and we decided an arthroscope was necessary at this point. Happy Birthday, you’re getting another surgery! As I said before, I absolutely adore my surgeon. He’s an older man who loves running and just completed a half marathon in Miami. Periodically while he was in Miami he was text messaging me about running and getting my knee to 100% again. He promised he will run a half marathon with me as soon as I can tolerate it. This may seem like a stretch because I don’t see myself running anymore, but if a surgeon/doctor says it’s possible… I guess it’s possible.
The thing is… He believe I have synovitis, so I’m getting a synevectomy and a biopsy of my synovial tissue/bone. If he finds something from the biopsy, I may need to go back in again. This scares the fucking shit out of me. I’m not even putting it lightly because yes, I am fucking nervous about this whole thing. Very nervous.
When I was about to leave his office, he handed me a swag bag. He pulled out the Miami Half Marathon tech shirt and a race medal he received the previous weekend. He explained many people were running the race in honor of someone and he decided to run the race in honor of me and my future running career. Immediately, my mom and I teared up. He’s such a good guy. This means a lot to me. He knows I’ve struggled with depression, anxiety, and disordered eating since my first surgery and he wants me to get back to my life. I’m instructed to wear/bring the medal on surgery day – Friday 6th – for good luck. Marvelous.
Although this does not seem like something marvelous, it is a new surgery and a fresh start. New beginnings are always marvelous.
I just need to have faith. Lots and lots of faith. And luck. Please wish me luck from here until the 6th.
I am keeping my fingers and toes crossed… And my arms… And my legs… Maybe I should even braid my hair?!?
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend! Tell me something marvelous! 🙂