Hi all I should've introduced myself before so here goes.... I'm 43 and just (11/9/10) had my right hip replaced with allograft. Thanks to the donor whomever they may be! I had bone cysts in the pelvis and my hip has been popping and crackling and on and off hurting since I was in my 20's. My first foray into getting an answer was seeing a rheumatologist who first said that it was all in my head becasue my mother had rheumatoid Arthritis and OsteoArthritis. After the first MRI some 7 years ago she said "you have an 80 year old hip". Nice. So I found an Orthropedist and pain killers for the last 7 years waiting and waiting until I stopped going to malls, stopped walking around Walmart (those who don't have them they are huge stores soccerfield size), always looking for the closest parking space, stopped stepping sideways to the right. Everything finally came to a head when I could no longer do just about anythng without pain and my life narrowed into little spaces and more and more prescriptions. Yuck. Hissy fit emoticon was here but it kept hitting itself in the head and was troubling to watch. It was a big decision as I was living alone far away from my support system in a job that required a fair amount of physicality working with troubled adolescents. I decided there was more to life. I tried steroid injections in the hip trying to hold out until 2011 (waiting for the shorterm disability insurance to kick in) but they did no good. So I told my employer I needed a hip replacement and in October I left my job and headed from Texas to Pennsylvania and my trusted surgeon to get my new hip. Today (whew) I am 5 weeks out. I have stepped to the right. :thmb: That was a huge moment when I discovered I could. I have these thigh cramps that feel like an elephant is standing on me and I wait till they pass and I can move again. I really hate not being able to do a lot of things and talk myself down from being frustrated. Who knew how much I bend beyond 90 degrees in a day. Apparently it's a lot :hehe: and I miss it. Truth be known I dont have hardly any patience with myself. I can sit and talk a troubled kid down for 4 hours but myself - nope. I feel like I'm no doing enough, relying on my father (thank you thank you thank you) for getting, fetching, retrieving, doing the things I should be. Proper grammar is an extra charge - LOL. So, my crocheting is actualy getting done, my books are read and as soon as I can stand up in the shower I will be ready to move on. People ask me "you're so young, why do you need a hip?" "Just lucky" I reply.