People say, “He’s my right hand man,” meaning someone I couldn’t do without. I didn’t realize how true this was until I had basal joint reconstruction on my right thumb in November. The surgery went beautifully, the surgeon was delighted, but I had no idea how disabling it would be to have a cast from fingertips to elbow.

I never realized how right-handed I was until I tried drawing with my left hand. I also found out that if Geronimo could sign his name with an X, I could, too.

So that’s why you haven’t heard from me for a while. I’ve made progress however. I now go to hand therapy twice a week and have graduated from a hard cast to a custom splint. So I expect to be back in the saddle by March.