This is the first thing I see every morning. 2 years ago, when the orthopedist told me that I may never be able to play these drums again, I would look at them and cry. Even though I considered the possibility of putting them away, I never did, because I didn't want to give up hope that I could recover and go back to doing what I love. My history with drumming runs deep, back to the age of 3, and has continued as a part of my core being for almost 40 years now.
I started back on my path in February, after being told by my doctor I had healed sufficiently to resume light physical activity. Just no twisting, deep bending or lifting over 10 pounds so I don't re-aggravate that disc. So I've been slowly grinding through the pain. The rhythms in my head that I had shut off are now coming back and fresh ideas are plentiful. A few days ago, I had my first pain-free practice.
Today I woke up and smiled when I saw my drums sitting there, and it wasn't long before I was pounding away at my...