One Year Surgiversary

Well HELLO Folks, 

Today marks a pretty important day that I truly cannot believe is already upon us:  Today ( January 13th ) marks the

one year anniversary!

of my Knee Surgery. So, since it's the question that EVERYONE feels the need to ask me: "You're like all better now, right?" No. Not at all. 

I will say that my right leg feels completely different than it did one year ago. Before my surgery, I was unable to walk without pain and had to use a cane to get around New York one small step at a time. I was unable to jog or run, my yoga practice was severely limited, and of course dancing seemed almost impossible. Now, I'm walking with much less irritation, I'm finally starting to dance again without having to think about it SO much, and the strength of my quads are slowly but surely starting to match my left leg. That being said, there's still lots more work to do.

Greg and My Dad in the pre-surgery waiting room.

Honestly, thinking back to the day of my surgery... it's all a whirlwind. Lots of deep breathing, lots of waiting around, and lots of pain. My dad had flown in from Seattle to help Greg take care of me for that first week. And while at the time, I was kind of worried of being bombarded by family when I just wanted to curl up in a ball for 7 weeks, it became quickly apparent that we needed all the help we could get, and having another helping hand for those first two weeks was crucial.

So I guess what I really want to say today is...

Distracting myself from surgery the only way I know how: an impromptu Photoshoot.


Thank you to everyone that has reached out during this tough time in my life. It was eye opening (for better or for worse) to see who actually took the time out of their day to come see me, write me a letter, or even write a simple facebook message. It all helped so muchThank you to those who came over to help cheer me up or cook lunch for me, your smiles helped to distract me from the pain I was in. Thank you for being patient with me, even when I was impatient, angry and hurting. Thank you for helping me to walk around the block, even if it took thirty minutes. Thank you for helping me shower. Thank you for refilling my ice machine. Thank you for your unconditional love and support. Thank You.

As I said, this surgery was a whirlwind of emotions, and I simply could not have done it without all of you. And while there are many more thoughts to come about my surgery, the "joys" of dealing with health insurance companies, and what you can actually expect from physical therapy...for now, let's keep it simple:


Thanks for holding my hand. 💙

Keep Looking Up. 

<3 - Eoin Thomas