The Amputation part 2

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At home, the stump bled and bled. I think I was in shock so the pain wasn’t too bad. I got a prosthesis, got a new job and vaguely lived.

As the years went on my wound refused to heal. I had to undergo surgery and was referred to a number of specialists. I spent thousands of dollars on medical bills. I rang the agency and they said they couldn’t offer any assistance. Oh how I missed my leg. Often I would lie in bed at night and feel a phantom leg where mine used to be. It would throb painfully and all I could do was cry all night. I could find nothing to soothe it.

With my prosthesis I guess I appeared like everyone else. My false leg looked surprisingly real when I wore stockings or pants.

These days I am more realistic about the fact that my leg will never grow back. It was one of a kind. It was simply untrue that it ever would grow back. When I share my story with people they appear to be sympathetic but underneath the surface I can see that they’re thinking ‘why would you remove your leg?’

 

At home, the stump bled and bled. I think I was in shock so the pain wasn’t too bad.

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