The phone call (and subsequent 40 minutes in the doctor’s office) confirmed what I knew already. Sunday morning when I got my legs tangled up with another player and pulled myself off the ball field I did some real damage to my knee. How much was unknown, but I immediately started running through all the scenarios-how am I going to make this work.
I’ve written a lot about how tough it is to be a single parent and juggling career, school, commitments and illness when its one of the girls. This time it would be me. I knew it as I was helped to my team’s bench. I sat at the game a while and kept score. Partially to get ice onto my knee as quickly as I could and partially not to have to confront what I knew I would have to.
Although I didn’t go there at the time in my mind I suppose part of me was trying to figure out how the girls would handle my telling them. Stick to the facts, and on Sunday I really didn’t have any other than my knee hurt. I stayed away from conjecture and told them as I got home I got hurt playing. We had a bunch to do on Sunday (a friend’s graduation party and then I promised them a visit to the spring carnival at the beach.
The party would be easy. I could sit and relax. But how was I going to walk through a carnival? But we did it. On Monday I told the girls I was going to see a doctor. On Monday night it was there is probably some damage, but I need a scan. Tuesday was the scan and then Wednesday I had to tell them. Surgery is about 3 weeks away, and I’ll be on crutches for a bit.
The good news is the girls go to camp a week or so after the surgery. After meeting with the doctor and understanding the damage (torn ACL, grade 2 damage to the meniscus, bone bruise, sprain) I ran through my mind what was on the horizon that I would have to change and what can I still manage to do.
The biggest change will be I’ll have to ship the girls’ camp bags to camp this year instead of driving them up. 11.5 is good with this. 9.0, not so much.
And so on June 15 I go for surgery. On June 18 I should begin the long slow road to recovery.
The map is kind of loose right now: 3-4 weeks on crutches with a brace after the surgery. 4-6 months of rehab after that.
My goal, and I think its reachable, is to be on skis next winter. After that, I have a triathlon to complete (truing interrupted) and a Tough Mudder to accomplish. The plan is to come back from this better than I am going in. Along with rehab I am going to focus on diet and core and be ready to physically meet the next challenges.
Right now, another hurdle to over come. I guess it’s not supposed to be easy, but this challenging? Really?