In 1983, I fell asleep while driving and slammed into a concrete abutment.
The only memory I have of the wreck was seeing both of my legs pushed over my
right shoulder. The damage was catastrophic: My ankles were pulverized, every
bone from the waist down was broken (one surgeon counted nearly 200 fractures),
and several of my organs were damaged.
After lying in a coma for three weeks, I awoke to a new life of constant
pain, loss, and brutal challenges. I was only 17 years old. I felt terrified,
heartbroken, and overwhelmed.
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Some years ago when I was chief resident in psychiatry at the New England
Medical Center, I decided it was finally time to enter therapy myself. I was
dating the woman who would later become my wife and I wanted to explore why I
hadn’t yet committed to her.
So I booked an appointment with a noted psychiatrist, about 10 miles from my
home, and left...
Following dozens of surgeries, as well as physical therapy, I learned to
walk again. After getting married, I defied the odds and brought two wonderful
sons into the world. I used a cane for a while, but as time went on, it became
too painful to bear weight on my legs, and I started using a scooter.
Deciding to Amputate
But some things just can't be fixed, and the damage to my feet and ankles
led me to a horrifying but inevitable decision: I had my right leg amputated in
1991 and the left amputated in 1995. Although it was the correct decision
medically, when I pulled the sheets back and saw what was left of my legs, I
wondered, "How can I live like this?"
I took that despair and rammed it into a passion to live large. Stepping
into the world of high-tech prosthetic limbs, I not only learned to walk, but
learned to snow ski -- on advanced slopes. More important, letting go of my
legs allowed me to step into an amazing life journey.
Pushing for Better Prosthetics
In 2003, I began speaking and performing at events at military bases around
the country. In 2005, my husband, Peter, and I established the nonprofit Standing With Hope to help amputees
in developing countries. We launched the program in Ghana, West Africa, where
many people are amputees. There, amputation is the first resort in a medical
crisis, not the last, yet few can afford the price of good prosthetics. Today
anyone in Ghana, from members of parliament to people who live in the streets,
can get a state-of-the-art prosthetic device. (My policy is to not put a limb
on anyone that I'm not willing to wear myself.) We also train local technicians
to make prosthetics for their own people. We trained a team in Togo this