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phillycarole

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About phillycarole

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    Amputee
  • Amputation Type:
    BKA
  • Amputation Date:
    July 2003
  • Amputation Cause:
    Heparin Induced Thrombocytopenia
  1. phillycarole

    Good tunes, great vibes

    My favorite still goes to ol' Blue Eyes, Frank Sinatra with his song, "That's Life." The song has gotten me through a lot of bad times other than my amputation. Favorite line is, "Each Time I find myself lying flat on my face, I just pick myself up and get back into the race." That's what everyone has to do in this life no matter what hits us. I just wish the last line were different cause I'm never going to roll up into a ball and die until it's time for the final check out. That's life, that's what all the people say. You're riding high in April, Shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune, When I'm back on top, back on top in June. I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks, Stompin' on a dream But I don't let it, let it get me down, 'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, A poet, a pawn and a king. I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing: Each time I find myself, flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race. That's life I tell ya, I can't deny it, I thought of quitting baby, But my heart just ain't gonna buy it. And if I didn't think it was worth one single try, I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, A poet, a pawn and a king. I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing: Each time I find myself laying flat on my face, I just pick myself up and get back in the race That's life That's life and I can't deny it Many times I thought of cutting out But my heart won't buy it But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die My, My
  2. phillycarole

    An Ode On Being An Amputee

    Thank you for the replies. I'm not great at poetry, but felt there is something to be said about our situation. Most of us though labeled "disabled," don't feel we are. We just have a different way of doing things now. I'd like others, fortunate enough to have their own 2 good legs or whatever to realize this and be aware of how "we" see ourselves--as useful, productful individuals capable of tending to our needs. I hate it when others look at me with that poor you, let me do this or that for you, especially when I'm doing it alright on my own. Oh well, that's life. Just thought I'd run this by those who are in the same boat.
  3. phillycarole

    Things I have learned......

    One of the things I learned right out of surgery is that our stump has a mind of its own. An attendent was taking me from recovery to start hyperbaric treatment. I had been through this prior to my amputation, so I knew every elevator on the way. We got to one set of elevators and I told the fellow the one he was about to take me into was too short for the gurney I was on. He thought he knew better than me. The door started closing quickly on the gurney. Well, my long leg pulled back, but not without the short one following. The stump flew up in the air and just about had me doing a summersault backwards. Thank goodness my long leg hit the back of the elevator and stopped me. I learned the lesson again when I was up on crutches and shorty leg decide to fly a little too forward and I just about flipped backwards. Since shorty isn't grounded to the floor anymore, I have to watch it when doing things without my prosthesis on. You should have seen the face on that attendent. I don't know who was more shocked and horrified, him or me.
  4. phillycarole

    An Ode On Being An Amputee

    Okay folks, haven't been here a while, but wanted to see what you might think of a poem I've written about our situation. I'm a 6 year RBK and thought it was time for something on this subject. I appreciate anything anyone has to say. An Ode On Being An Amputee Though this body of mine is no longer perfect There is much to be grateful for. The loss of my leg is my badge of strength and courage That others before me have born. Others have lost a breast, arm, or leg And not because of choice; Rather, it has been due to unfortunate necessity. So now we give our loss a voice. When we look into other’s eyes We see a wide range of emotion. Some eyes full of compassion, some of pity. Fortunately, there are those of devotion. Our life goes on, as it should. All we want is acceptance To live our lives as normal as possible. Please accept that fact and give us our chance. Though our body is lacking a part We are not diminished. From a once perfect body, we have adjusted To the imperfect one that will take us to the finish.
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