I also received the loveliest love letter around this time from my then kind of sort of boyfriend (Ol'WW) and a birthday/surgical get well gift that brightened my day and continues to brighten my nights when I sleep with it.
Take a walk down memory lane with me.
Surgical stalking suck. I had to wear that along with the brace for 3 months.
I still have my jazzed up walker in anticipation of other knee surgeries.
My cat Claude would always (and I mean always) lay by my leg when the pain was rough and he would guard me at night to make sure I was okay.
PT became something to look forward to because it was time out to socialize. How sad ahahaha.
BEST GIFT EVER!