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“No, Nick, your major struggle and challenge isn’t going to be physical. I think you’ll figure out the prosthetic soon enough, and you’ll have the strength to handle the changes to your balance and movements.” “So… you’re talking about his emotional recovery now,” Mia said. It wasn’t a question. “I am.” Maisie shifted her weight on her feet. “There’s a group that I can recommend to you, Nick. I think you should consider joining.” “A group of amputees?” Nick asked, stumbling over the last word. God, he hated to think of himself that way, though he supposed that he’d better get used to it. “Yes,” Maisie said. “All men. I’ve worked with many of them, and I know the guy who leads it, though he’s

My aunt had a serious condition of poor blood circulation, which made her suffer a lot with severe pain, especially in one of her legs, and her doctor had recommended the amputation of the limb at the knee and the placement of an artificial one, the so-called prosthesis. Since that was the solution found to lessen Aunt Cilene's suffering, we accepted, of course. My aunt was not overwhelmed, but her adaptation to the artificial limb was slow and delicate, as is the case with most people of her age, and she was not able to fully recover the mobility of her leg, which made it very difficult for her to live in our old house. Aunt Cilene had lived all her life in a narrow house, where she had inc

Turned out, Amber's fingers had turned red. "Gosh! Why is it like this?” Sobbing, the woman stared at the shovel lying on the snow. "I'm too tired to lift the shovel. So, I used my hands. I didn't know my fingers could be like this." "Stupid! You have frostbite," Adam said without thinking. Hearing the diagnosis, Amber's cries suddenly stopped. "Then, should my hand be amputated?" “I don’t know. Let’s pray that my treatment works. Come in!"

your Owner says calmly gesturing toward you with pride, “This my bunny. She's a quad amputee. Fresh from surgery a couple days ago. As you can see No arms, no legs. Completely dependent." The bearded one steps closer.He reaches out and pokes one of your arm stumps with a finger. You flinch and a small whimper escapes the ring gag. “Jesus Christ… look at these stumps. She really can’t move at all?”

After what felt like a lifetime, we backed away from the operating table, someone coming in and helping us lift him onto a hospital bed and hooked up to blood and IV’s. “He should make it; the lucky son of a bitch.” The doctor shook his head, amazed at the shear dumb luck it seemed my mate possessed. His body was peppered with areas we had to cut off of him, making him look like a linen wrapped swiss cheese. I was in charge of wheeling him to a room, the doctor going off to tell Melody the somewhat good news. This man, Axel would live; but he would be an amputee from now on.

Luciano's POV The smell of disinfectant filled my nose. I forced my eyes open and met the doctor's grave expression. "Mr. Damiani, your legs were severely crushed in the car accident. To save your life, we had no choice but to perform an amputation…" Amputation? My legs… were gone? I lay there on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The phantom pain from my lower body—pain from something that no longer existed—was vivid, gnawing at me in waves.

But he had faith in me. Tony was surprised that my leg muscles were so strong for an amputee. “Usually, muscles waste away with time. Did this happen recently?” He asked me before questioning whether I had a prosthetic. I didn’t know the answer to his question. “I don’t think it happened recently, as I am not in any pain. Surely if I had surgery, there would be pain.” I told him.

Hudson fell into a state of self—doubt. "If you feel like you are a cripple, then you can go to the Disability Center to do charity and become a volunteer. Compared to those who have lost their limbs, you are a very lucky person. Because your limbs are healthy, you still have very impressive knowledge." Amelie's voice was no longer trying to persuade him, but was instead filled with sincerity and anticipation. "Why ... Why are you telling me this?" Hudson started mumbling incoherently on the other side of the phone.

“I’m here for a different reason. When it’s time for me to do my work as a chiropractic physician, it’s already too late. I see the pain and trauma—the aftereffects of losing a limb. And not just a year down the line. Five, ten, thirty years later. An amputation affects the entire body and may lead to skin infections, deep vein thrombosis, muscle contractures, a damaged spine, and arthritic joints. And in children…” Gage spotted her trembling hand—the kids affected her. It affected him as well. Seeing their brave coping abilities daily as their tiny bodies adjusted to dramatic change—heartbreaking and inspiring at the same time. Gage’s attention switched between Chantal’s distress and her di

“Not all the time, and not often, but today, to no fault of your own, was just barely too much for me.” The sound of the eye of the stove clicking to a lower temperature drew Bo’s eyes. Oscar was looking at him now, a solemn look in his eyes as he waited for Bradley to continue. Despite his dislike of the woman who claimed to be his therapist, she had some points that Bradley would share with any one of his patients. “I’m an amputee.” The words came quickly and suddenly, spilling across lips that were not prepared for them. “I mean, well, I’m missing my leg. My right leg is, from the middle of my thigh down and I never know how to tell people because there is always some form of dissimulatio