My son had reconstructive surgery on his knee three months ago. It was grueling. He was the starting quarterback for his high school for exactly one day. (Three quarters, to be precise.) And then the torn ACL,torn MCL, and torn miniscus. Tears. Surgery. Hydrocodone. Crutches. Rehab. All he wants is to play football. He's ready to go win back that spot as starting quarterback for his senior year - doing everything his orthopedic surgeon told him to do, every day ... all day.
Today was his three-month checkup. Today was supposed to be the day he was able to run without reservation. God, he was stoked. Since this (last?) appointment was during the school day, I didn't go with him. I went to every other appointment with him. This one was supposed to be just a check-check. Nope. Life is never that easy, is it? His knee is ... lax. Whatever the fuck that means, I don't know. The doctor didn't like the way his tendon moved - the tendon that same doctor performed surgery on for three hours. So, now .. well, the doctor isn't sure.
Did he fall? Is the tendon not attached properly? We probably need another ($1500) MRI. If the doctor doesn't like what he sees, we do the whole surgery again. Again.
Again.
I would do anything to take this away from my son. His pain is worse than any pain I feel. I just want him to live his life on his own terms, especially after so much work. But you know what? Life never works like that. Nothing can ever be easy. Paying $15,000 for a surgery isn't enough. We need two of them. Are you fucking kidding me??
I give up. Doing good or trying to be good or whatever is useless. Bad shit happens every day all the time. Whoever said life is good was naive and delusional. For every moment of happiness, there are a thousand moments of pain.
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