A candlelight vigil will be hosted this weekend for Cassie’s ACL at the local park. Attendees are asked to bring themselves, Netflix recommendations, and good vibes. It all happened earlier this week when Cassie was ripping a groomer with her gal pals. She caught an edge, her Marker Griffons didn’t release, and she was tobogganed off the mountain. Subsequent X-Rays and an MRI confirmed the worst.
“Did you hear? They say it’s… the ACL.”
– Concerned Citizen
Friends met in the lobby of the Urgent Care to exchange stories, memories, and vow to do everything they could to assist. All the platitudes you’d find in a Hallmark card or a “So You Have Stage 4 Cancer” brochure were confidently belted out. Even if it does “Take a Village” that village won’t be able to bring back Cassie’s ski season. It’s forever gone. What lies ahead is a grim 4 to 6 months of TV watching and physical therapy. Locals fear it may bleed into her mountain biking season and she may have to take up fishing.
We can only hope that Cassie is able to find a new hobby in her injured state. Perhaps crocheting or she can get a bitchin’ pair of binoculars and work up some theories about her neighbors a la Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window. At any rate it will be a long road to recovery. RIP to Cassie’s natural ligament, who knows what could have been.
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