My husband had an MRI done today.

A little over an hour later, his doctor called.

He has a complete tear of his ACL.  He has, in other words, blown his knee. Totally.

It's going to require surgery to fix it, and they can't do it laparoscopically. 

Fuck.  Double fuck, even.

He says that he's a real tough mofo, walking around with blown out knee for 2 weeks.  I told him that I think he's confusing dumb ignorance with machismo, but I secretly agree with him (Don't tell him I said that, though).

We've talked briefly about his career prospects with this new diagnosis, but right now we're trying to focus on getting him fixed.  However.....I don't know that he's going to be going back to Raven school.  The road to recovery from this kind of surgery (oddly enough, one of the surgeries that I've been in the OR to observe was a knee reconstruction after an ACL disruption) is long and can be difficult, especially if people try to do too much too soon (my husband is a repeat offender of that).

The one good thing about all of this is that at least now we have a definite diagnosis. 

It's the prognosis that I'm worried about.