After the first amputation Urban was at home for a few months waiting for his next operation to ………….
Coming back from hospital where my left foot was amputated I was trying to get in the house up the stairs-I had to go up from behind and on my bottom. Once I got inside it was a battle trying to get into a chair as I wasn`t equipped with paraplegic aides. I took the walker and moved slowly toward the bedroom but on the turn going toward the bedroom I lost footing and fell. My carer was trying to help as much as she could but it was the first day home so we were still trying to find a way to do things. As I lay there tears filled my eyes as I realised that I was alone – where are my sons? Why can`t they be there to pick me up as I picked them up when they were in pain? I finally found myself to the bed, sleep evaded me. I was wondering -who will pick me up when I fall tomorrow again?