I'm sorry; there's nothing more we can do
It's been exactly three years to the day since I have my first hip arthroscopy. Though it still feels like yesterday. I can still remember that clean hospital smell on the ward and the numbness in my legs from the spinal block. I have a condition called femoral retroversion, although there is nothing 'retro' about it. In a nutshell, it means the head of the femurs are wonky-donkeys and like to sit at a slightly different angle. It's enough to have meant that my lovely joints have been trying to destroy themselves. How lovely! So, whilst I was running free in my early twenties, my body was coming up with a cunning plan to try to destroy the rest of my adult life. Luckily for me, modern medicine and surgery have meant that we can try to save my joints and delay needing replacements. But at 38 years old, I have a ridiculous number of limitations. Now, don't get me wrong, I know how incredibly lucky I am to be able to walk, limp or hobble. Others are not so fortunate ...