My heart aches for your sister. I only have one, left knee filled with scar tissue. I just said to my leg, ‘I’d give most anything to have a leg that didn’t hurt all the time.’ But then to hear that your sister has 2! I am trying the practice of ‘one day at a time’. I’ve been told that no arthroscopy until 6 months PO. I am heading into week 11, so about half way there. When I look at it that way it feels like an eternity, like I will never make it. I have given up so much, we have given up so much. I don’t like to assume others on these boards have had my same experience, but I get so sad when I read all the stories because they are my story, too. I read about one scientific article on arthrofibrosis every day. I’m looking for hope, but I can’t afford to travel to a major research institution/hospital, let alone be part of a study. It’s all so exhausting. Yet, I can cook my own food, do my own dishes, makes my bed, take a shower, etc. I focus on each small success and rest, ice, elevate, and sometimes have an emotional meltdown. It’s my new normal. I need a magic wand.