I don't want this piece to come across as too dramatic or a plea for sympathy, it's simply my story from the last 10 months. I can look back at my two useless hands, my mother practically doing everything for me, including feeding and bathing me and laugh a bit. Many have, and continue to go through much worse, and at the end of it all, I know I'm one of the lucky ones. Of course I would have preferred not to have gone through such pain, but at a certain point you have to respect every experience given to you, good or bad.
The fact that I get to worry about missing another race season and fall behind on training is a privilege. To have the knowledge and the ability to live a healthy life is a privilege. To have the support of companies like Ergogenics Nutrition is a privilege. Something Todd Schumlick once told me that I've always liked is, "No matter what happens, mountain biking doesn't owe you a thing." So no matter how this story ends down the road and no matter how stiff my joints are, I'll still be coming out on top. Thank-you to everyone who has played a part.