Under the knife

 While we were exploring in St. Louis, Mark had an unfortunate accident while doing a box jump at the gym. He knew instantly that he had really hurt his knee. He went in for an MRI and they confirmed that he had torn his ACL. He also had some additional damage on his meniscus. 

I was BUMMED. 

He needed to wait for the swelling to go down before they could operate. 

Finally the day arrived. He was ready to get this behind him and start recovering.

He said his goodbyes...

Coming out of anesthesia and hearing the new that the surgeon trimmed the meniscus was pretty hard for him to hear. He had hoped it could be repaired. 

Getting him in the car wasn't easy. He was so sick and struggling to stay awake. I was glad that Mark Anderson insisted on being there when it was time to get him from the car to the house. 

So he waits. He heals and does his physical therapy. 

He comes to the gym to see friends and get out of the house.

He takes terrifying picture of his staples. And maybe shares them on social media without warning. 

I'll be so glad when he's not hurting and can get back to doing all the things he loves.