Johnny and I went home for Joey's funeral. Obituary here. We got up at 4 a.m. our time, flew from Seattle to San Francisco, from San Francisco to Chicago, rented a car and drove from Chicago to the U.P. We arrived at 2:30 a.m the next morning. All of this with my torn ACL. Joey's visitation was at 10:00 a.m. Johnny was a pallbearer so he had to be there early. We were at the church from 10:00 a.m. - 4:30 p.m., home for a short nap and then back again in the evening to blow off some steam with the rest of the family in the form of Yooper Pann basketball. Tears were shed during the funeral. Lots of laughter during the bball game. It was good to be together.
Notice Jimmy's outfit momMA
Watching the game
I saw the surgeon and was upgraded to a much better fitting, smaller, super bionic, bad-a@# brace. I love it. It doesn't slide down my leg, it's black so it blends in better, there isn't as much velcro and the hinges on each side actually keep my knee from bending in directions nature never intended. I will have ACL reconstruction as soon as it can be scheduled (probably not til January). The surgeon will harvest my hamstring tendons to graft to the femur and tibia. He will drill small holes into the bone and anchor the tendon with plastic screws that will dissolve in a few years. After surgery, there will be about six to nine months of intense physical therapy but then I should be back to the function I had before the injury.