I met with my orthopedic surgeon today - we discussed my MRI results and decided that the best option would be surgery. He told me that no, it wasn't absolutely necessary but that more than likely the pain would not go away on its own. To be quite honest, he didn't have to convince me, as I had made up my mind before I even arrived at the office. I have not gone one day without pain since the end of May, and if there's a way to fix it, then I am going to do it.
There are a lot of things that will remain unknown until the actual surgery. The exact placement and size of the tear, whether or not there is scar tissue from my ACL surgery, and if they can repair the meniscus or if they will just clean it up. Another unknown is whether or not I'll ever run another marathon. I'm already at a greater risk to arthritis because of my ACL repair, and this injury/surgery definitely won't help those chances. That's not something that I'm going to think about right now - it's just not the important thing. I will definitely be able to run again, and that is great news.
There's a chance he may be able to get me into surgery next week! I'm not upset, and I'm not even that scared. I'm excited to start the healing process. The stressful part is that I live alone - and because of my parent's work schedule, neither one of them will be able to come up to help me after the surgery. I'm a grown woman (that's what they tell me) so I should theoretically be able to take care of myself. What I cannot do, however, is get myself home from the surgery or to physical therapy (for at least a week or so post-op). Good thing I have some wonderful friends who have already stepped up and offered to help. The last time I had anesthesia I woke up thinking that I was paralyzed, my parents had abandoned me and screaming for a pizza. I should probably apologize in advance to whomever has the unfortunate task of taking me home from the hospital..