"the nicest and the sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple pleasure, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string."
Lucy Maud Montgomery

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Me and Peg-y-Sue

aka: She won't get far on foot" (part 1)

it occurred to me, after my "Thump" post, that perhaps it is time for me to share the adventures that my prosthetic leg (Peg-y-Sue) and I have shared over the years. We have not always embraced each other with open arms. As I stated earlier Peg-y-Sue has a nasty independent streak. This is something that she rarely confides in me and often will leave me lying in the dust wondering "what the hell just happened?" It is at best a contentious relationship and very one sided as I need her much more than she does me. In fact, I completely depend on her to get me through the day, and for the most part she holds up her end of the bargain, but every once in awhile...OMG.

We met twelve years ago on a hot August afternoon. We were introduced by our mutual friend and prosthetist Fred. I had previously worked with Fred's wife at the hospital and was good friends with his partner Karl. How strange that Fred and Karl would become so instrumental in my life and recovery. They were, in fact, with me in the operating room and applied the first of many casts and prosthesis. Over the years Peg-y-Sue and I have gone through many, many, changes but she remains my BFF to this very day, as she will remain for the rest of my life. In fact, the very quality of my life depends on her. (no wonder she gets so cranky).

The how and why I got to this place is unimportant for now. I will say though, that it was a long, hard-fought three year, battle to save my right foot. In the end I made the choice to go down this road. I decided that this was the best decision for me. I decided it was the only way to get my life back, perhaps even to save it. I will be the first to admit this was not an easy choice. I will be the first to admit that it has been much more difficult than I was led to believe or that I ever could have thought possible. I will be the first to admit that it is humbling, at times extremely painful, at times embarrassing, humiliating, soul-baring, and humorous. There is a whole psychological aspect that I will not delve into here, but believe me, it messes with your mind.

I am telling this now because I think it is time. It's been twelve years and I've never really dealt with the dark side of it all.. I won't do that here. But I am going to share some of the lighter moments of this trip so please bear with me. And remember just one thing...Peg-y-Sue+me+falling=recurring theme.
to be continued---


  1. Peg-y Sue is the lucky one...she has the honor of helping you to embrace life to the fullest. I admire what you have been through. Keep on keepin' on!

  2. ok I will be the one to be morbidly curious and please don't be offened in any way to my frankness, but I have always believed if you want to know ask... and the askee can decide what they choose to answer and there is no hard feelings on either side. :)

    1st thought is I think this can be a totally fun posting...reason being in the 7th grade a girl i went to school with lost her right hand, we met in summer school and it was totally cool how she learned to use her hook and prosthetic hand, she worked hard to learn but she pulled pranks all the time and we laughed so much so thats where my thoughts come from.

    2nd you have such a way of writing that just totally makes me smile even while feeling the pain of having to make a descision that so totally impacts your life.

    3rd i think that writing about the "psychological" parts are your choice of course but, to me could be very carthartic for you and who knows someone who reads your story could learn / be helped with what they are dealing with/ and just plain interesting for someone like me who works with people who have gone through catestrophic losses to help them better... same as with the darker side...
    but in the end its all what you are comfortable with so like i said in the beginning take me with a grain of salt and do what makes you happy cause no matter what I will be here reading, laughing, crying, and sharing it as you allow.

  3. Wonder if my dad has named his prostethic leg? Will have to ask him.

    No need to worry about me. I'm just as crazy (and occasionally sane) as ever!!

    Hallie :)

  4. I hope with serene honesty, if the time comes, as it does for many type 1 diabetics, I lose a limb, I pray I have your strength and humor. You are a inspiration to me. Thanks so much and tell Peg-Y- Sue to behave!!!!

    God Bless~

  5. baby i'm amazed


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