While I was in Austin, John fell and injured his left knee again! His surgeon said that her repairs never break…and they didn’t. When John fell in his hallway, the tendons on his knee didn’t tear loose. Instead, they broke his kneecap.

Poor John had to go back into surgery and recovery while I was away. The minute I got home on Friday, I headed straight to the hospital. He was ready to come home, so we packed him up and brought him straight home. 

Thank God it was only one knee. His recovery was so much faster and easier this time, and John was in much better spirits. I felt horrible for not being there, but he was full of jokes and smiles and was just happy to be going home.