My Recovery

Today will be my first blog ever so please bear with me. There is not much for me to write about other then my recovery from my open knee surgeries. During the winter of my grade ten year I managed to tear my ACL, PCL and medial meniscus at cheer practice. I gave up a whole year of my life for something that was very unimportant to me.

When I got the news that I could possibly never play sports again I felt my life was hitting rock bottom. My surgeon found only one possible way that I could have a 50% chance of playing rugby again. At fifteen I throw the dice with my future with having open knee surgery. The Surgeon told me if I chose to have the open petal knee graph I would have cryonic pain for life but a half a chance to play rugby. I took my odds.

I went though stomach turning pain, emotional heartbreak and solitude. I went months and months of this until the Day of Judgment on my knee was here. I remember waiting patiently and silently praying to my self for the news I wanted. When the Doctor walked and sat beside me I knew the news wasn’t good.  That was the day I was told I had to have another surgery before I could even attempted to play rugby.

I was sure I was going to lose my first year at being a Sr. ladies hawk or possible never playing rugby again.