By then I was 8 years old, and so sick of all the pain I had in my leg that I *wanted* to have it removed. The pain was so bad I could've screamed!! So finally on June 13, 1995, I had the amputation!
Most kids I guess would have been scared, but not me. I was excited! Finally the pain would go away...I was on the operating table for 7 hours. My Uncle Jim was there before I even got the IV put in! He stayed with my parents the whole time, which was really great! I know that my grandmother was worried about me and wanted him there.
August of 1998 I got my leg. Now I'm
doing fine. I'm really glad I got rid of the pain!!!