I feel squeamish and thought I should tell you. A giant stands before me and I’m using my sword, but ask for back-up. I’m scheduled for surgery, August 25. My journey begins with a left full knee replacement. I will have to have the other knee done, later. My neighbors helped me find the best surgeon! All she does is hips and knees. I’ve completed the pre-op tests, attended the class at the hospital to inform me of what to expect, and started physical therapy. Before surgery I have to get to an acceptable range of motion. Let’s just say, I’m not there yet. I am blessed! The PT believes in gentle therapy. He has a low-key personality with humor. He will be in my life for a while and I am determined to do whatever he says. I’m improving already. He knows his stuff. I can still visualize the surgeon’s finger pointing in my face to get a stationary bike and demanding: “Get on it every day—take your Aleve if you have to—but get on it and pedal and pedal even