So Wednesday, Dr. Michelle Wolcott and I examined the MRI of my knee. The hope was for something easy like a meniscus tear. Go in snip, snip, back on the roads in three weeks. No such luck! Bad news.
There is about a 2cm section of the cartilage in my left knee that is gone. Yeah, like gone, disappeared, vanished. Surgical options: microfracture surgery (see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microfracture_surgery.) Six weeks on crutches, five or six months rehab. The two other options had to do with cadaver cartilage and very strange things, so I quit listening. Bad news 2.
So what’s the good news? Oddly, the good news is very little arthritis (especially for a guy with 109,000 miles on his legs). I’ll take it where I can get it.
Sunday, three weeks before the race, I will withdraw from the New York City marathon and be able to guarantee entry for 2017. Yep, keeping the options open. My plan is to have the surgery in December prior to a four week stretch where I do not have gigs booked. Good recovery time, right?
I’ve been sick about this for a month, and cannot imagine not running for that long (the elliptical is not my friend). It’s been difficult to say the least. Yesterday, however, it all changed. As I sit next to my youngest son Ryan, lying in his cardiac care room of the South Aurora hospital (he’ll be okay), perspectives change and the things that are really important become just that: really important.
I will run again. Most importantly, he’ll be fine. Good news, Bad news, Bad news, Great news.