Two years ago today I had surgery to repair my busted knee cap. Time really does fly. We celebrated by going on an 8 mile bike ride.
I would guess I'm about 96% back to normal. This is likely the best I can hope for, and I am NOT complaining. I'll never run up and down stairs again, but would I want to?
I am still awed and humbled by the human body's desire to heal, as best as it can. As best it can.
