I don’t even know how to start… I’m frustrated, scared, confused, mad, sad, isolated, hollow, all the above. One of the most challenging years, as far as basketball. Yet, it was the most fun I’ve had on a team. This year was a dream. From flights to surgery to rehab to the court. I’m thankful for my teammates and coaches. What upsets me the most is that I can’t be on that court and go to war with them. Cannot ever take anything for granted. I have thought countless times in the past 72 hours… “why me?” Why not someone who doesn’t take this seriously? Why me, who put everything they had into this game? Truth is, that’s how I feel and cannot take it away. What is done is done. I can either sulk in it or do what I’ve always done…persevere. The road will be difficult and seem never-ending, but I am ready to get back on that court no matter what it takes. This moment of weakness does not define me. I’ve strived through adversity too many times to let this take me down what seems a dark h...