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I was halfway through ordering a double-double at Tim Hortons when I realised my left hand was gripping the counter harder than usual and my phone was buzzing with a photo my mom had sent from the hospital. The picture was of her new knee, a neat incision peeking from under a blanket, and the caption read, "They want me up in an hour." I felt that familiar low-level panic you get when someone older than you does something new and fragile. I paid, hit the 401, and started th

I was halfway through the Tim Hortons lineup, coffee in hand, when I noticed my knee puffed up inside my pant leg. It felt oddly heavy, like someone had stuffed a small balloon behind the patella. The warmth hit me before I even sat down, and I remember thinking, out loud, to nobody in particular, "that is not normal." There were people clapping me on the back because I’d scored the tying goal in rec hockey the night before, and I smiled and nodded, but every step from the