You guys remind me of the scene from Jaws where they're comparing injuries. "See that right there. Mary Ellen Moffit. She broke my heart."
I tore my rotor when I was forty-four in a softball game. I was talked into playing with a bunch of 25yos in a competitive environment. Several were former college baseball players. I proved to them I still had it. I was firing lasers from the outfield until "pop." I shouldn't have been throwing max speed given I wasn't throwing every day.
I rested my arm for a year instead of surgery. I threw with my kids for the next ten years with my arm on fire. The burn would go away after a day. I even threw BP. All of a sudden when my son was a junior in high school I couldn't throw across the infield anymore. My arm had finally completely died. I probably can't do more than lob a ball across a LL field now.