This post is basically going to be a long string of word vomit. No editing, so refining it to be the perfect blog post. Just a few paragraphs with some words I need to get off my chest.  You see, today marks one year since …

This week five years ago, I stepped in a hole and it quite literally changed my life. Not in a dramatic “I have a new outlook on life” or surviving a horrible disease or accident kind of life changing, but life changing all the same. …

One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. That’s how long it’s been since I had my 4th surgery on my right knee and my 7th knee surgery overall. The past year has been…rough. A year ago my mum (God bless her) drove me up …

I hate the number four. Four.  Four years ago I stepped in a hole in my backyard. My right knee locked and the journey began. Four. Four knee surgeries between January 2013 and February 2016. Four. Four years since I went to physical therapy for …

If you’ve seen me over the last 3 1/2 years, chances are one of the first things you noticed was my ever-present knee brace, complete with a hinge on each side and velcro straps to keep it from sliding down to my ankle. Two weeks …