Thomas drove me to Abbotsford for my monthly visit to the chiropractor, after which I had an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon who is reputed to be the best in the entire valley. He kindly explained my situation and how any operation would only make it worse. He has not ruled it out, but he is of the opinion that I will spend the rest of my life walking with two canes or a walker, and possibly even having to use a wheel chair later on. As unpleasant as it sounds, I really do not mind, as long as my mental state is fine. Still, he wants to see me again in a few months to discuss the problem once more. He did add, however, that he expects me to live for another ten or fifteen years, although I do not know if I really desire it.