I have loads to say about my father’s leg amputation last week. My emotions have been all over the place and hours in hospital waiting rooms inspire all sorts of writing ideas. Unfortunately, some of it will have to wait for a bit while I nurse a broken left wrist. Alas, I am but a cliche. I slipped in the tub, and life has just taken a definite change of course.
Typing with one hand isn’t easy, particularly if you’re groggy from pain medication. But trust me, the words are going to find a way out, even if I have to use my voice recognition software.
There are stories to be told – not to mention angst-loaded essays on the Ontario health system.
Watch this space.
ROADBLOCKS, DETOURS and ROUNDABOUTS 
A late response: My Dad had his leg ammutated back in the late 60’s. It’s a hard thing, and nasty … but there are harder stories to be told.
…. Gillian
Like all of life’s more difficult challenges, it really shows what the person is made of, don’t you think? Thanks for stopping by Gillian. Hope to see you back at WB soon.