Losing My Foot but Finding Myself

Happy 4th of July!

Yesterday was my personal Independence Day as I marked 13 years as an amputee. I wasn't depressed as I have been in years past, but I definitely felt a somber undertone to the day. I tried not to  dwell on the memories of that day, because despite the years that have passed I am transported back to the gurney being wheeled into the OR whenever I remember. Those memories are painful and are best left in the past. Instead of reflecting back, I opted to focus on the present.  If I hadn't decided to amputate, I would not be where I am today.

Losing my foot allowed me to find myself. I have a new career which I love. I discovered a passion for helping my community which I find both invigorating and challenging. Perhaps most importantly I am the mother to two wonderful little boys, both of whom are growing up with a natural and sincere empathy and understanding towards individuals with physical and mental differences. I've discovered that having a parent with a disability is not a weakness but an asset.

During the past year my limb loss has infiltrated into my dreams, fully solidifying the reality in all realms of consciousness.  I will probably mourn my foot for the rest of my life, but those moments are fleeting and are becoming more scarce as time passes. The road hasn't always been easy, but I know that I made the right decision 13 years ago.