Moving Forward...life before, during and after a meniscus transplant

Me, this morning, with Dr. Z and Lisa Well, this was a pleasant surprise!  I’m discharged from Dr. Z’s care! I know, right?!   Hearing him say it didn’t feel real.  Typing it doesn’t make it feel real.  But it’s real! This morning I went for my 9 month post-op appointment. I couldn’t wait to tell Dr. Z about the 100k bike race. I couldn’t wait to tell him that I can walk 7 miles at once. I couldn’t wait to tell him that most days when I get up in the morning, my knee is not the first thing I feel or notice or think about.  Once he picked his jaw up off the ground, and hugged me, and congratulated me, and looked at the x-rays, and examined my knee, he told me that I’m doing better than he could’ve ever hoped and that there’s nothing else he needs to do for me.  What???  “Are you sure? I thought we were going to be together for 18 months, at least...” He’s sure.  I’ve had no setbacks.  I’ve had no complications.  I’ve had consistent forwar...

Well, it’s been forever since I wrote. That must mean one of two things: 1) life has been intense and too busy lately Or 2) my knee has felt really good and there’s not much to say about it How about both of those options?  Yes, it’s a bit of both for sure.  I had a really awesome weekend, though, and I just had to write about it. Mostly so I can get all of my memories in one place about a pretty special experience... So a week before Mother’s Day this year, I was sitting at my Synagogue talking to some dads about (not) running and biking and how bored I was at the gym. I was likely whining about wanting to get into a ride or race but not knowing how, or being too nervous to try. I also had not been cleared to ride a bike outside yet, so I was very likely whining.  One of the dads (Rob, a man I had never met prior to this discussion) suggested that I do the Flyers Charity Classic race in July. He was probably just saying anything to ge...