On the first day of summer vacation in 1975, I was riding my brand-new Schwinn bicycle home when I was struck down and run over by a dump truck hauling gravel. The weight of the truck crushed my left leg and the trauma of the event caused several fractures in my right leg along with hairline skull fractures.
This was pre-life flight and while the ambulance was on its way, someone had covered my lower body with a blanket. Unfortunately, by the time my mom arrived, the blanket was blood-soaked, much like the then current images in Time magazine depicting the Vietnam War.
Rushed to the local hospital, we were turned away because it was not equipped to handle the trauma I sustained. We were turned away from the next neighboring town’s hospital until we finally arrived in Rochester, Minnesota-to the hospital affiliated with the Mayo clinic.
And that’s where this story begins…because of the severe crush injury, my left leg was amputated above-the knee. I was fit with a cast on my residual limb in what was called an immediate post-op fitting. The cast was fit on my residual limb (which I immediately referred to as my “little leg”) and it had an adapter at the far end to which a pylon (think prosthetic shin “bone”) could be fit. From there, a SACH foot was attached and the entire “system” was my new leg.
While 37+ years have passed since the day I took, my first steps in the parallel bars, I so vividly remember standing up from my wheelchair, looking down at my foot, and proudly proclaiming that I had a Barbie-doll foot. And for a 6-year-old little girl, that was a thrill! Maybe it was the innocence of youth or the naivete of childhood, but that’s where my life with limb loss began.
“Audaces fortuna iuvat” means “Fortune favors the bold but abandons the timid” .
For me, it means life without limits.
This is my story.
This is my story about life without a limb.
And this is my story about life without limits.