For a few years, the ACL tears was a big part of my life. If it wasn't the rehab battle it was the battle of the mind. I can't even begin to explain how good it felt to drop off the last of my knee bills recently in the training room and walk out of there feeling like I had washed my hands clean of it. I remember the night I tore my ACL the first time, my brother Harold gave me a blessing that said I would experience full recovery. I believed it that with no doubt till I tore it again. Even then I was confidant I would overcome. But when I had the struggle to actually being back 100% on the court, something was missing. It was frustration. Perhaps it would have taken time. However, I knew it was time for me to move on. It wasn't till recently (1 year later) that I was turning in the remnants of my 3rd knee surgery bill that I walked out of the training room reminded of Harold's prayer that he gave on my behalf 3 years earlier. It was so clear... I had at last healed to complete recovery. Do I still experience aches and pains? Of course. But I'm active with workouts and even play on a co-ed bball team with Drew and Harold. If things were to happen on my own time table I would have been good to go within the year of the first tear. However, there was a more intricate plan that I had to trust. And looking back, I wouldn't do a thing different. I couldn't be more happy with where I'm at and who I'm with. My husband Andrew is so wonderful. I can't even begin to describe how much I love and adore him. By far, he's the best thing that has ever happened. Perhaps the 'knee thing' had to happen for me to slow down and allow other things to come into my life.
The following is an article Stacy wrote in the Daily Universe about this 'blast from the past." I love how it included my husband. He was the light at the end of the tunnel.