Since then, I've had 3 knee surgeries. Two were arthoscopic and the other was major. It was called a Makay Osteotomy. My shin was split lengthwise from the side then pulled forward a tad. This was to pull the kneecap away from the joint so it wouldn't rub and cause pain. A piece of my hip was then taken to hold it back together after the crack was filled with bone filler. It was an awfully painful recuperation. I was basically bedridden until the bone healed.No cast was used. Just a soft padded brace. Weeks of pain, boredom and frustration. I was 41 at that time. The hope of this surgery was to give me relief temporarily until I was older and thus able to get knee replacements
It worked. I was able to walk fairly well, yet I could not climb stairs. I walked when I could and that was my form of exercise. Remember, this was just a temporary band aid. Now, 14 years later, it's clear to me that my temporary relief is gone. Both knees are extremely flared up. I am sick of the pain. I am sick of not being able to climb stairs. I am sick of watching life go past me and so I asked Santa Claus if I could have new knees for Christmas.
Santa's giving me my new knees on March 1st. It's dawned on me that I have lived with knee pain for so long that I can't remember what it feels like to have none. I can't remember how to climb stairs without holding on, doing one step at a time. I'm sure physical therapy will
I'm ready. Ready for the fight. It's going to take some serious work on my part and there will be pain. I have to remember that I've done this before. This one is supposed to be even easier to recuperate from. I've got this!
Until next time, remember...