Targan, if it makes you feel any better, my dad fell off his motorbike aged 16 and broke his leg, rode it again before he was healed and broke it again. For the next 45 years he had a steel pin holding that knee together. It stopped him doing National Service (potentially all the fun of the Malayan Emergency) and made him pretty unfit.
Fast forward to 1997: both knee joints were replaced (he'd ruined the other one by that time, just by favouring one leg for all his adult life) and while he was in, gave him a triple bypass. Within weeks he was looking healthier than I remembered since I was a kid, and after a few months (and some physio) he was walking further than he had in a couple of decades. He's still going strong (both knees were done again about 5 years ago).
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