All in a year

A year and two days ago I received the news that more than likely I would need knee surgery. In just a little over a month, I will celebrate the one year mark since that knee surgery.  It has now been a little over 7 months since I stepped foot in a physical therapists office.  My knee isn't what it used to be. The thirteen flights of stairs I do daily kills me, so I occasionally take the elevator.  Kneeling still hurts, squatting isn't all that better.  I hadn't felt much pain up until I went back to school.  But now, I hurt daily.  I have a little fear that I'm going to do something an tear my meniscus again.  The other day I told my mom that I wished I could go to physical therapy because my knee always felt better after therapy.  Sometimes I  get hard on myself.  Especially those days at school when I feel like my knee is going to cave so instead of the four flights of stairs I take the elevator.  I need to remember that I've come pretty far from where I was.  I am incredibly grateful that the problem was fixed so easily.  Hopefully one day I will be able to live pain free and without the fear that I'm going to tear something again.   Here's to a year!!