Nothing comes close to the cancer surgery two and a half years ago at Johns Hopkins. For that I could only tell Ashley “this sucks” when she called. Yesterday I was able to tell her a lot more. And “sucks” wasn’t part of it.
I had the same knee surgery in 2006 to remove the torn portion of my meniscus. For that I was on crutches for two weeks. By the second week I had returned to work, on crutches, but went to the fitness center at lunch time to pedal a stationary bike.
When I got home from the surgery yesterday I walked very gingerly to the front door and into the house. I balanced myself against the wall as necessary but never picked up a crutch. Or a pain pill.
Today I got the bike out. I put on tennis shoes, not the clip ins, and wanted to see if I could pedal.
I didn’t go far, maybe 200-300 yards. But I went.