Stage 5: The Surgery

On Friday October 13, 2017 at 0400 my alarm went off signaling that the big day has come. My surgical date.  I felt like I never went to sleep. I jumped out of bed and made my way into the bathroom to shower for the last time for 3 days (yea, I know grrrrooosss). After changing and brushing my teeth, Mom and I drove down to Manhattan and arrived at the Surgicare of Manhattan as scheduled for 0615. Oddly enough as we drove down to Surgicare, it didn't even feel as if I was driving to the have surgery. It felt as if I was driving to the airport, but this time the early flight wasn’t to a vacation destination.

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Side note: I just want to say thank you to my brother's friend, Matt, for lending us his car. My mother unfortunately can not drive a manual transmission so, my car was unfortunately not an option for her to drive us to the city. Matt you're a life saver! Thanks!

My surgical appointment began with checking in with the welcoming, yet calming lady at thefront desk staff. I was pretty taken back by how awake and chipper she was this early in the morning. I never understood how morning people are filled with such enthusiasm before the sun rises.  After filling out the basic surgery paper work, Joe, the Breg rep, went over the instructions for my CPM (Continuous Passive Motion) machine and informed us that he already dropped my knee brace off to the OR. Joe was awesome. He carried the CPM machine to the car for my mom and even helped her find the nearest parking garage. I watched them leave the waiting room and waited for my name to be called.

Ready to go!

Ready to go!

“Lindsey!?” My name was called by one of the OR nurses who lead me into the pre op area. I followed the nurse down the hallway passing several empty chairs behind curtains until we finally made it to mine. She asked me the standard pre op questions: confirmed my name, date of birth, allergies, past medical history, procedure, etc. She placed my identification bracelet around my left wrist, gave me my gown, the sweeeeet (sarcasm) hospital socks, you know the kind with rubber grips on the bottom??, and showed me where the bathroom was so I could give a urine sample. Then the waiting began.

Sitting in my chair for 5 minutes felt like an hour because my nerves started to run. Thankfully, my mom finally came back from dropping the car off at the parking garage. I was beyond relieved to see her. Having your mom by your side is the best company to have before you have surgery. My mom knew exactly what to say to keep me calm. 


As we waited, we were greeted by many faces. I met my anesthesiologist, Dr. Riegler, who was awesome and quite funny. I informed him of my previous anesthesia horror stories and he smiled and replied simply “I smell a challenge. Challenge accepted.” I loved the humor and confidence already,

    Side note: If you ever have any surgery, make sure you always communicate your concerns and previous experiences with the anesthesiologist. Obviously, the first time you really don't know what to expect, but just be up front and honest. Unfortunately, I do not do well with anesthesia, but Dr. Riegler  did a fantastic job considering my previous experiences. 

Dr. Nicolas and Shannon, one of his newer but awesome PAs, came by, said hello, introduced themselves to my mom, signed my knee, confirmed the procedure, smiled, and said they'd see me in a few. 

As we waited, Rocco, one of my orthopedic preceptors in PA school, came by to check on me as well. He asked, “ How are you doing? Are you ready? This is going to be good!!” Of course I replied with, “Yeaaaa, ready as ever but, nervous! Ha Ha.” “ You'll be fine!!!! You're in good hands!” he said. I knew he was right. What better people could you have around you?  My Mom,  Rocco, one of the longest practicing orthopedic PAs I know, and of course, Dr. Nicholas, one of the best orthopedic surgeons in the country! Now that’s what you call the “A Team!” You’re probably wondering why my preceptor from PA school is greeting me before surgery right? Well, prior to my surgery, I did a lot a research on ACL reconstruction.  I consulted and reached out to several surgeons, one of them being Dr. Nicholas. Both Dr. Nicolas and Rocco  were my orthopedic rotation preceptors. Luckily Rocco, and Dr. Nicholas remembered me from 2009 and got me scheduled right away for my appointment. 

Side note: Let me tell you how grateful I am to have picked this rotation. Rocco and Dr. Nicholas were my two favorite preceptors. They taught me how to suture, work the OR, how to be efficient in a busy office (which translated well to the ER setting I currently work in), taught me a crap load of orthopedics, and how to have a good patient- provider relationship.  4 weeks ago I met with Dr. Nicholas and Rocco in their office for my initial consult. We discussed my concerns and scheduled the OR date. The two friendly and warm faces greeted me in my room like my rotation was yesterday. That patient-provider relationship was now with me. We went over my options as to what kind of graft I was going to have. Initially we agreed on the patellar tendon route, but I expressed my concerns and we agreed to do the allograft route.  I think that makes Dr. Nicholas an amazing surgeon. He listens to his patients, he listens to their concerns, and he involves the patient into the decision making, but still helps guide them to the best decision for the patient. The anterior cruciate ligament reconstruction with a quadruple hamstring allograft was scheduled.  The surgery date was set and I knew Dr. Nicholas and Rocco were going to be the best team for the job. 

Side note: for those of you who are unfamiliar with the terms mentioned above. An autograft is a graft that the surgeon takes from the patient’s own body. An allograft is a taken from a cadaver. A cadaver is a  person who has passed away and kind of enough to donate their body to people in need. 

Finally the OR nurse arrived and escorted me to my operating room. I looked at my mom with last minute hesitation, gave her a hug and a kiss, and told her I’d see her in a few hours. Mom reassured me, smiled, and walked through the exit door. It was just me and the scrub nurse now. 

As we walked past the scrub station, I saw Dr. Nicholas prepping for my surgery. “ You ready?!”  He said. I responded enthusiastically, “ Heck yea! Let’s do this!!” With two thumbs up! “That’s what I like to see and hear! The recovery all starts here!” I knew this was going to be good! This is why I trusted and liked this man. He's extremely positive and enthusiastic. You can always tell that he is totally used to working on athletes. 

The OR nurse and I walked through double doors entering the cold sterile room.  The familiar clean smell of the OR brought me back to memories of assisting in the OR. We were welcomed by  the scrub nurse and Dr. Riegler who were both masked. The OR table was set up just for me. Dr. Riegler placed a 22 gauged IV in my right antecubital, administered fentanyl, placed the non-room rebreather over my face, asked me to breathe in and out, and finally started to admitted the propofol. I felt tired but, attempted to hold conversation. Then lights out. 

Seconds passed (which was really an hour)  and I woke up in the recovery room with my mom by my side. The familiar large, black, bulky, black knee brace was fixed on my numb right  leg. The nerve block made my entire leg from my hip down feel painless, for now.  This is the part where you wean off of anesthesia. I don’t want to scare anyone who has never had surgery before, however, I figured I’d share my experiences with you. 

As stated before, I am one of the few people who does not have good reactions to anesthesia. I became depressed, apologized to every staff member in the surgical center, my mom, and started to cry. Then depression phase finally passed, thankfully. This was abruptly followed by overwhelming feeling of happiness and  euphoria. My Mom told me each time Dr. Nicholas came by to check on me, I made everyone laugh.  I was shouting, “I love you Dr. Nicholas! You're awesome!!” As per my mom, he responded with, “I like that!!” LMAO. I don't remember saying this at all, but at least I can say I was happy. After all I did in fact have an awesome surgeon and he didn't seem to too upset about it. HAHA!  Followed by the overwhelming feeling of joy, the hell phase took over like a black cloud. The intense, sharp, dull ache, and pressure sensation of a vice grip clamping to my skull began. Here comes the migraines. Each wave of pain was accompanied by nausea and vomiting that lasted for 3 hours.  I don't know if any of you saw my Facebook post, but all I can say is I don’t know what I would have done without my mom. Not only was my mom being a mom, but she was a nurse extender. She wiped tears and vomit off my face every other second as . She kept the nurses up to date every time my blood pressure shot up! Especially when it hit 190/109. Yup, that was my BP and higher. The spins continued and the intermittent nuclear bomb going off in my head persisted. Finally, after 3 hours, my symptoms faded.

Side note: I know 3 hours feels like a long time, but my last anesthesia experience almost had me staying overnight at the hospital. So gold star and two thumbs up for Dr. Riegler!!  

Finally, I was stable and moved to another recovery room. This where my nurs offered me a warmed corn bread muffin and orange juice that literally tasted like heaven in my mouth. Eating was the best part of the entire morning because I couldn't eat anything after dinner the previous day.  Yay for food!!! Finally, my mom and I were allowed to drive home and the surgery was over.

Side Note: Surgicare of Manhattan is awesome!! If you ever need surgery, this place is where it's at! The staff and nurses are amazing and so attentive. You can really tell these people love where they work and have an amazing team!! Also, like I said before, the corn bread muffins are bomb. 5 Star review for sure!!

My first post op PT was scheduled for Monday at 0900 . . . 3 days after surgery. I couldn't wait to go! Let the recovery begin and on to Stage 6: The Long Haul!! 

Using my CPM machine!

Using my CPM machine!

Jake offering me his toy when I got home from Surgicare. 

Jake offering me his toy when I got home from Surgicare. 

My first Blog Post: The 6 stages of an ACL injury.

Someone once said to me that, “when you witness an athlete get injured, and see the tears pouring down their face during major TV sports coverage,  it's not due to the pain. It’s due to the disappointment and impending challenges they will face after the injury.”  These challenges include: physical challenges with recovery,  not being able to complete everyday lifestyle activities, post op pain, and most of all, the emotional stressor of possibly having their athletic career stripped from them in matter of seconds.

Unfortunately, I have had the privilege to experience this on 3 separate occasions minus the TV coverage. I have torn my ACL 3 times now; twice in my left knee and recently my right knee. 

I can basically sum up 6 stages of emotions with my experiences:  

  • Stage 1: The Injury

  • Stage 2: The Oh shit, this really just happened! Here comes the pain

  • Stage 3: Depression

  • Stage 4: Stop feeling sorry for yourself and accept help from others

  • Stage 5: The Surgery

  • Stage 6: The Long Haul

Stage 1: The Injury:

Description: You’re faced with a short intense burst of pain and shock that it just happened. You're body is overloaded with adrenaline making the pain not even an issue. Your mind does not even recognize the future emotional roller coaster ride you're about to experience.

My experiences: Stage one for me was a little different each time I tore my ACL. It was different because the knowledge base I’ve acquired over the years of being a medical provider, and let’s face it, you kind of know what to expect if you’ve had the same injury 3 times. 

The lift.

The lift.

The first time was about 6 years ago and was filled with a lot of firsts. It was my first time at Diablo,  the first year I really got involved with racing and riding mountain bikes, and the first time riding with new guy friends from one of the local bike shops.   My technical skills were limited however, at the time, I felt really fit and just excited to be there.  I also felt pressured to keep up, ride the harder trails (that I was not good enough to be riding in the first place) with the guys, and not slow anyone down. We went down one feature trail where the guys were slowly creating a farther gap between us. I remember being blown away with the speed these guys were descending the mountain.  They were clearing table tops, hucking jumps, and railing berms at speeds I was not comfortable committing to at that time.  Then it happened. I went off one of the wooden ramps, fell 5 feet coming off the bike, and crashed with my knees taking the majority of the impact. The sudden intense sharp, aching, pain of my ACL ripping off my tibia, went off like a grenade in my knee. I held my knee close to my chest, fought back the tears for the few seconds while the grenade continued to explode. I rocked back an forth like one of those soccer players you see on TV after another player just took them out during the game. Then the pain slowly subsided. By the time the pain stopped, my friends realized I was not with them, and finally came back. They helped me up and then I attempted my first step. Big mistake. My knee felt like a noodle and gave out immediately. I realized I wasunable to regain balance and was unable to ambulate.  At that time I realized something was wrong . . . Stage 2.

Stage 2: The Oh shit, this really just happened! Here comes the pain:

This is the part where the adrenaline wears off. The overwhelming emotions of sadness and shock consumes you because that treaded ACL injury you hear ruining people’s athletic careers in fact, just happened to you. Yes, you. Like the nice slap in the face you just accepted into your life isn’t bad enough, that thing called pain comes back with a vengeance. 

My experiences: The thought of a ligamentous tear was in the back of my mind when it first happened, due to the instability of my knee. I've seen and treated a bunch of patients in the past with this injury, but I remained in denial. I refused it happened to me. Who injures their ACL while riding bikes anyway, right? Well, even though it’s not the most common injury in cycling, I later learned I was predisposed for this lovely injury due to genetics and being female. . . which will get into in a later blog post.  After going to the orthopedic surgeon days later, I got my MRI results, and became another statistic. The MRI confirmed I tore my ACL.

The second time I tore my ACL, was kind of a mix between Stage 1 and Stage 2. Due to the second ACL tear following my reconstructive surgery, I did not experience the same intense pain. Your native ACL receives nerve fibers that are branches from the tibia nerve. When the ligament is injured, they are disrupted on the initial tear causing pain. After having a graft done, you really don't experience that intense pain because the nerves are gone unless, it’s accompanied by bone injury. It’s more of a sudden pop. With that being said,  I immediately knew I re-tore my ACL. I was 2 weeks out after being cleared to ride again and being discharged from PT. I was greeted by the familiar instability while walking again.  The devastation had a quicker onset because I knew I had to have revision surgery, go through the gruesome 6 months of rehab that I just finished, and to do it all over again. 

The third time, which happened a month ago yesterday, was much more devastating. I just bought a new bike, just completed my first full year in Elite/Professional Class for cross country, was looking forward to the upcoming cyclocross season, and was feeling awesome again. I say again because of the side note mentioned below.

Side note: This past year was extremely challenging for me. I started my first full year racing in Elite Class at the Sea Otter Classic battling a severe episode of vertigo (which I was nearly sent to the hospital for treatment). The middle of the season was also paused because I sustained a grade 3 concussion. I had a bad crash after practicing the drop at the Julbo Eastern Grind PRO XCT MTN Bike Race in Vermont. I was diagnosed with a severe grade 3 concussion at The University of Vermont Medical Center after being knocked out unconscious for 25 minutes. I also have no memory of about 2-3 hours of my life. Not only did this scare the life out of me, it absolutely crushed me emotionally.  Not only was I not able to race the following day, but I was forced to skip nationals,  stay off the bike for two weeks, and my face was a hot mess.  This was suppose to a big year for me.

So where was I? Right, the feeling awesome part. Well lets just say that came to an abrupt halt when my knee gave out yet again. This time it was my right knee. I was riding downhill at Mountain Creek on my amazing new Trek Slash having a blast with friends. The fun stopped when I didn't see the small drop in the inside part of trail coming around a sharp turn. I put my foot out to prevent me from crashing and boom! There was that grenade feeling again, followed by the instability as mentioned with Stage 1.  I knew I tore my ACL the second it happened however, this time I was oddly more calm during Stage 1. I knew I tore my ACL, but I kind of just said it out loud like it was a matter of fact statement. I was not even upset. Thank you, adrenaline. 

The injury.

The injury.

Well, like mentioned before, that wonderful thing called adrenaline eventually wears off. This time it was when I was driving home (sorry I didn't listen to you Cory). I initially didn't feel the need to go to the hospital, because I really didn't have pain unless I attempted to walk.  I just told myself, “ so, I just won't walk untilI get home. I can drive home and deal with this later.” And lets face it, it was my third time around.  I’ve seen this a bunch of times now treating patients in the ER too. I was an ACL veteran right?  I remember telling myself,"I had a positive Lachman's and and anterior drawer test at Mountain Creek.  I know my ACL is torn. Why the hell should I go to the ER? It’s going to be a waste of time.”  Then my knee started to throb, but this pain was unlike the very first time I initially tore my ACL. The pain was much more intense this time.  I felt every single bump in the road that my car hit, any movement of my knee, and the pressure of pushing down the gas pedal exacerbated the pain. At this point I have not straightened my knee out. I already know what you're thinking. Yes, I was stupid for driving home. I called my brother and asked him to bring me to my job, the ER. 

Side note: Going to the hospital was an experience it self. Thank you Jack, Mark, Elyse, Amanda, Mike, Beth Ann, Adam, and everyone else at work. You guys were amazing.  The excruciating pain of my two friends/co-workers straightening my knee out was horrible, but I wouldn't have picked anyone else to do it.  I was blessed to have my friends and brother, Jason, by my side. Also thank you to the pharmaceutical companies for creating IV Toradol. That stuff is awesome haha.   The anticipation of getting an MRI days later to see the additional damage, wasn’t exactly ideal. I wanted the answer right, then, and there.  Don’t forget we are in Stage 2. Here comes the rush of emotions. I called my Mom and the words came out of my mouth,“Mom, I tore my A—.”  I couldn't even initially finish the sentence. The tears of sadness and realization consumed me. My cycling career was over. . . so I thought.  

Well here comes Stage 3.

Stage 3: Depression:

 This is the stage where you realize that you're no longer able to participate in activities that you love to do. Life stops. You lose motivation and quit. 

My experiences: the first time wasn't as bad because I really didn't expect what was coming. I didn't believe how crappy it was to recover from this injury and thought it wasn't going to be as big of a deal.  The first and second times also didn't have a big impact on me because at that time, I also wasn't taking cycling too seriously. Racing and riding was just a new hobby. I was more upset with the inconvenience of not being able to complete everyday lifestyle activities as easy. Going to the store, taking care of my dog, and doing house chores were once simple tasks. Now they were difficult challenges.

The Slash.

The Slash.

My MRI.

My MRI.

I think this time was was more devastating because not only was I faced with a third surgery and the inconveniences mentioned before, I realized that everything I worked towards the last three years to get to the elite level was crushed. I also have a more complicated ACL injury this time around. I have significant bone bruising with microfractures of my tibia plateau and femur, sprained every ligament in my knee, and even managed to sprain my IT band. The pain was more intense and I walked with crutches for about week. I was also forced to take several days off of work.  Calling out of work was never a thing.  This was my first time missing work due to an injury, ever. Not only was I freaking out about my job,  I was unable do the things I love the most: hike with my dog and ride my bike. Those things are my stress relievers. They're critical with keeping my sanity and provide happiness. They were yet again, removed. As some of you may have seen, I posted a dramatic post on Facebook stating I was selling all my mountain bikes and quitting racing. I even went through with posting my bicycles for sale on Facebook and Craigslist.  On most days following the injury,  I had zero motivation to do anything. I even lost interest in eating. And if you know me well enough, that's completely uncharacteristic of me.  I love food. HA! All I wanted to do was sleep, and sleep more. Lucky for me I had amazing friends, family members, and people from the cycling community reach out to help me. Even my dog was even a motivational factor. They all helped me reach Stage 4. 

Stage 4: Stop feeling sorry for yourself and accept help from others:

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This is the stage where you kick Depression's ass.  You stop feeling sorry for yourself. You realize you have amazing friends and family members that want to help you through rough times. You realize the end of the world has not come knocking on your door just yet, and things aren't that bad. You remember all the sick people in the world. There are people suffering way more than you. They have long term terminal illnesses, life threatening injuries, and permanent life alternating injuries.  Get over yourself, things are going to be okay.

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My experiences: I'm only going to elaborate on Stage  4 of the third and current ACL injury. The reasons  are, this first blog post is becoming way too long, and I really want to focus on what I learned this time around. I do want to thank Amanda, “Twin,” for taking me grocery shopping when I couldn't walk after my ER visit. Also, thanks for documenting me riding the scooter in Hannaford!  That was definitely a classic. Bill, thank you for taking Jake, my dog, to the Catskills. He definitely needed to  burn up the pent up energy while I could not walk that week. Chris, thanks for coming with me to the doctors appointments and help keeping my spirits up. You guys rock. 

The remainder of my blog posts will be focused on the help I got to reach Stage 4, ACL pre-op rehabilitation, my surgery which is scheduled on Friday, October 13, 2017 (yes, I picked that day LOL), and my experiences with post-op rehabilitation.

Intermittently I will be posting educational blog posts about the ACL topics such as: how I chose my graft, the research I did to do so, and what I learned along the way.

My goal is to share my experiences with other people who may be going through ACL reconstruction, other traumatic injury recovery, or people who are just simply interested in hearing my personal experiences with recovery and getting back into the race scene stronger than last time. This is also going to give me something to do while I'm stuck at home on the couch.  HA! Thanks for reading along this far. I look forward to telling you about stages 4, 5, and 6 here on out.