Friday, August 24, 2012


Today was my appointment with the orthopedic surgeon. I was halfway expecting to go in there and him to say that the only way to deal with the tear was surgery, but he didn't! Since it's not bothering me and I have no pain, he doesn't want to mess with it. Fine with me! But if it does start bothering me later then I will probably need surgery. I was very relived to hear that surgery isn't in my immediate future. A year without surgery is a good year in my house!

Since I have no pain or distinct injury, he was kind of confused how we found this. I explained about the possible stress fracture that lead to the MRI of my knee which lead to finding the tear. He did an x-ray to see if he could see something since the MRI was not of that area of my leg. There is a small area of inflammation but nothing else. He can't rule out a stress fracture and gave me the option to do physical therapy and low impact cardio for a couple weeks to see if it improves or to do another MRI now. Which I wouldn't be able to schedule until next week and it may take a week to get it done.

So I am going the PT and low impact cardio route, which is basically what I have been doing. If it doesn't get better in two or three weeks then I'll be sent for another MRI. But honestly, after the last couple weeks of sporadic to no running that tender spot has improved. It doesn't hurt when I walk and you have to kind of dig around to find the tender area. So I am thinking a few more weeks of no much as it kills me not to run...will probably be a good thing. And while I was in with the ortho I mentioned my plantar faciitis and he decided to have me do some PT for that too. Good, I'll just get my whole leg fixed!

I asked if it was too optimistic of me to expect to be able to at least walk the Nike Women's Half Marathon on October 14th. The doctor said there was no doubt that cardio-wise I'd be fine, we just need to make sure I won't damage my leg doing it. He didn't give me a definite yes and seemed to want to answer that question when I see him after a couple weeks of PT. I can live with that.

While I am still bummed that I can't lace up my new Brooks yet (got them the day before the no running order and they are so pretty! And yes, I did just describe my running shoes as pretty!), I am thrilled that I can get back to the rest of my normal workout routine.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Ouch, sort of

I've had a pain in my left upper shin for about 6 weeks now, maybe longer. It's much worse after running and when I've taken a few days off (either on purpose or because of travel/doctor's orders/life) the pain has lessened. But it's in one distinct spot. A few weeks ago I decided to get it checked out just to stay on top of things. My primary doctor thought it was likely a stress fracture and wanted to do an MRI to confirm. He wanted to me stop running for a week, so I agreed to cut my distance until it was confirmed. I'm usually good at following doctor's orders but the pain wasn't that bad. He didn't disagree but I think realized that I'd run even if he told me otherwise.

Turned out I only ran twice in between that appointment and the MRI because of travel to Michigan again. When the MRI was done my entire lower leg wasn't imaged, only my knee. Which was frustrating but turned out to be a good thing since I have a tear in my left medial meniscus.

Ummm, what?! 

I am really on no running orders now. I have no pain and can't remember a knee injury...except for a few days in San Diego years ago that one of my knees bothered me, but I can't even be sure it was my left one. I see ortho Friday to find out what can be done. So I've been biking which is turning out to be a pain in the rear, literally. I need to get some better bike shorts if I have to keep this up!

And that possible stress fracture? Still don't know for sure, but my primary doc is pretty convinced that it is in fact a stress fracture resulting from my jacked up meniscus. Wonderful.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012


When we traveled to Michigan a few weeks ago, I suspected it would be the last time I would see my Grandpa. He was diagnosed with leukemia last year and lung cancer earlier this year. And he recently celebrated his 90th birthday. I knew his time on earth was ending, but I didn't realize it would be so soon. We made another trip to Michigan last week after learning that Grandpa was not responding to medication for high blood pressure and antibiotics for pneumonia. Did I mention he also had part of his lung removed and was going through chemo? Grandpa is one tough cookie, but the multiple ailments proved to be too much for his body. Grandpa peacefully left this earth on August 1st. He lived for 32,905 days.

July 14th - the last time Grandpa would go fishing.
Taken at Grandpa's pond he built himself.

The sadness is overwhelming to say the least. Having some one close to you die is hard, but for me knowing that it was cancer that lead to all of this makes me scared. Even though our cancers are different, it still shakes me to my core. It reminds me once again how fragile life is and how devastating cancer can be. That I could be taken from my family in a moment.

Today is the 12,411th day of my life, just over a third of Grandpa's days. I have many more days to go and will not live them in fear.