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        I was very happy in my life, I had a good job. My family was happy with me. I have gone
through so much in my life. My last divorce with my husband has caused me so much pain, that I thought  I was
going to have a nurvess  break down. Because of my parents and my friends support, I survived that.
        I started by living alone and enjoying my life again. I even met this nice young man who changed my world. 
He made me very happy, and made me feel like a young woman at heart.  I was very happy until this draft that occurred in my life.

        On June 20, 2006 I was very sick, my right leg was swollen from a glass cut that happened on May 10, 2006.  I was cleaning
the kitchen and  all of sudden the glass fell on my foot. 
        I thought that I  cleaned the cut and  everything was ok. But the fourth day my foot started to swell again. Five days later the
infection just got worser.  I was sick my foot started to bleed and I  was all alone in my apartment.  I couldn't do anything because it looked like I was fainting and the foot  just become terrible.
        I called my dad, and he called the ambulance  for me, and I was in the hospital.  At 11:30 p.m. there was a call from North York General Hospital for my dad, It was  a Dr. calling to say that your daughter has to be operated on.
        Because I was diabetic The cut had become an infection that can Kill me.
        The Dr.X explained to my family that you have a choice to let her die or amputate her right  leg.  My dad was shocked, the whole family was shocked.

        My family was in the hospital  and waiting to see what happens to me. It was  very hard for my dad because he has lost one daughter in sickness and now his younger daughter.  It was hard for all of my
        My son was shocked he didn't know whether I was going to live or die.  My best friend was in a shock, we have known each other for fifteen years.
        The Dr, saved my life, he did the best that he could. My right leg was amputed and I was alive. 
        It took me somedays to recover from my operation when I did, the nurse told me why I was in the hospital. I was shocked, I started to cry and wanted to get up and go kill my self, but I was tied down on the bed, so I couldn't go anywhere. It was a terrible nightmare, that's what it felt like.
        After a while they took me down to recovery floor and I had to try to recover myself. It wasn't easy, I was crying and laughing,  and  I was in a lot of pain.  My family was there to support me, my best friend was always there.  I would have been lost withouth them.
        Most of all my courage and support was from Dr.X who saved  I didn't get a chance to meet him until after a week. Dr. X was out of town so he came to see me as soon as he could.
        When He came to see me, I saw  this young gorgeous, Dr. he has a  medium frame, very tall, has dark brown hair. He was smiling at me, and he said you know it was very hard for your family to make this decision,  I know that it's hard for you right know, but with  today's science you will be able to walk again, you can have prosthesis and start your life again. 
        That made me feel good again at least I didn't have to sit on the wheelchair all my life. I told him thank you for saving my life, if it wasn't for him I would be dead. I was crying after he left.

        As days went by,  he  started to spend time with me.  I fell in love with his kindness and generosity.  I thought what a Dr.! He was a pleasant man to talk to. I was feeling all these good things about him,  All my life I had bad luck with man, I found a man  who saved my life instead of taking life from me.  I am falling in love with the fact that he gave me a second chance to live. This Dr. X did not know how I felt about him and I will never tell him this.  I know that it is unethical for a patient to fall in love with a Dr.  I live for him, and I die for him.  My day starts by thanking the Dr.  I will always love him.
        Before my last visit with the Dr. he said, "What will impress me is that I want to see you walk in this clinic."

        My effort started at the rehab centre.  I had to stay there for several months to recuperate.  This is where they teach you how to live your life by your self as an amputee. For the first few days it was very hard.   I was upset that I had to leave Dr. X and I had to go to this new place.  I was scarred at the same time. The social worker came and explained to me that the rehab was a good place to learn and cope with the situation and they will help me start my new life again. I was so use to being pampered at the hospital by all my favourite nurses and because of that I was having a hard time doing everything for myself. If I wanted something, I had to get it for my self.  At least at the rehab I could go out and go for fresh air.
        The rehab centre was beautiful place.  I loved the park.  At least I was there in the summer so I could spend outside having a picnic with my family and enjoy the outdoor activity. My best friend was there with me almost every week, she really came through for me when I needed her, she took me around wheeled me around the city, it was fun having a crazy friend who loved me, cried with me she helped me to deal with my inner self, gave me the girl talk lecture when I needed, it was a hard dilemma for me. I had to change my life style of living in a drastic moment.  I was living with my half body.  Sometimes I felt like I was so ugly that weeks went by I didn't even look at myself.
        My best friend Sophia helped me cope with that situation.  The nurses were there, they showed me how to take a shower, dress myself.  After a while I got use to it, but was crying at night and very depress. I had to take sleeping peels to help me sleep at nights.  I had phantom pain.  The Dr. says it is very common to have these pain. I hated to get up at 6: am in the morning and get ready for my insulin and breakfast.  The menu was awful.  Because I am diabetic I had to follow certain food.  All they gave me , boil egg, one toast, coffee and cereal. I got used to it after a while.  Lunch was the same, turkey sandwich, cheese sandwich or salad and soup.  If you miss lunch you have to go without eating. It was a tough life for a while.  All these rules and regulation I had to live with.
        Every two weeks I had to see Dr. X for follow up check up.  I was happy to see him because he made me feel good and gave me courage to go on, he kept on saying that the wound still needs to clear for you to have your prosthesis.  Because I was a diabetic the wound was taking very long to heal. I was there for two months before I could go home.  Finally in early August I was released to go home. 
        I had a lot of changes to to deal with when I got home.  My life was different, I had to live in the different room because I couldn't go upstairs. My parents had to change the room downstairs and they made me a bathroom so I did not have to go upstairs.  It was hard for a while, I started to miss my own place.  It's very hard to move back with your parents.
        For few weeks I was busy unpacking my stuff.  It was a mess!  I had to leave some things in the bag because it was a small place.

        It took two months to get the prosthesis ready.  They called me at the hospital to make sure they had the proper fitting and the right material that I needed. The first time I saw the leg it was hard. I didn't like it at all, the leg was ugly and heavy. I went home that day and I started to cry because I wish that I didn't have to go through this, it was an awful feeling for few days.  As days went by I began to get use to it, I started to walk with it.  My body began to adopt this new life that I had to begin.
        I started to go to rehab twice a week, I wanted more time, but they were very busy so I had to take these days. The nurses and the physiotherapy are very nice. I love my social worker because she talked to me about anything.  I asked the nurse if I could get a psychiatris, but the nurse suggested that I need social worker because they help you and try to guide you.