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The Guardian Newspaper this week features the story of Martine Wright. She was sat a few feet away from the bomber on the Aldgate Tube train.

She sustained horrific injuries, including the loss of both her legs above the knee.

It's a truly tragic story, but Martine's determination is breath-taking.

The Guardian Newspaper will be following her story this week. Here's the first installment:

A life torn apart by terror: one woman's story of survival

Martine Wright was one of the most seriously injured survivors of the July 7 suicide bombings - the last person to be pulled out of the carnage of the Aldgate tube. She was only feet away from the bomber; three people around her were killed outright. Now, speaking for the first time, she tells her story to the Guardian: the nightmare of the day, the appalling shock when she was told that she had lost both legs, the physical and mental struggle to rebuild her life and, unexpectedly, the fight for adequate compensation. Now, Ms Wright, a 32-year-old international marketing manager, may not be able to return to her job and faces bills of hundreds of thousands of pounds for adaptations to her home, specialist prosthetic legs and ongoing care.

Saturday September 24, 2005

One image replays in Martine Wright's head. Dressed in jeans and new Adidas trainers, she is running towards the open doors of a tube train, jumping on and sitting in the first seat available. It was a split-second decision to take that train, choose that carriage, sit in that particular seat - the instinctive action of a Londoner rushing to get to work as she focused on the weekend ahead. It was 8.49am on Thursday, July 7. Thirty seconds later her life was changed forever.

Martine Wright, a vibrant 32-year-old international marketing manager, lost both legs above the knee, and suffered a fractured skull and severe lacerations to her arm when Shehzad Tanweer exploded his backpack bomb three feet from where she was sitting.

Today she sits in a wheelchair in the garden of the Douglas Bader rehabilitation unit in south London, a pair of tracksuit bottoms covering what remains of her legs, and remembers every detail of that day in rapid staccato sentences, using her hands to describe the moment of the blast - "Dooff" - and hesitating only over the words bomb and explosion. "I can't say those words," she says. "I have to call it an accident."

She should never have been on a Circle line train, but with the Northern line down that morning she was forced to take an alternative to her usual route from her flat in Stroud Green, in north London, to her office at Tower Hill, in the City.

"I remember it was just a normal Thursday. I got to the platform and saw this tube arriving and thought, "Ah, it's a Circle line train, excellent, quick jump on,' and running, literally running onto it.

"The doors shut and I sat in the first seat in front of me. Thirty seconds later ... what I can only describe as a white noise, I don't remember a boom, just a white noise. I couldn't see anything but blinding white, and it wobbled like a cartoon effect and I was being rocked from side to side.

"It was a tube then all of a sudden it wasn't a tube, it's just devastation, black, black devastation and I'm thinking, 'Where has the carriage gone, I mean where has it gone?'

"Then just screams, screams, what the hell's happened, help me, help me, just raw screaming in this dark and dust and devastation. I'd been twisted round 90 degrees and I looked at my legs, there was all this metal wrapped over them. But I could see my legs in the metal, my jeans were all ripped and there was blood everywhere.

"I had a new pair of Adidas trainers and one white trainer was just covered in blood on top of all this metal. I just kept thinking, 'Why is my trainer up there, you know when my legs are in there?'

"I tried to pull myself out, but I couldn't get my legs out, I couldn't move. So I started screaming, 'Get me out.' There was a woman on the floor in front of me shouting, 'My arm, my arm,' and there was dust everywhere. Then I saw a woman come towards me from the other carriage. She had long blonde hair and I thought, 'She's a guardian angel.' She grabbed my hand and said, 'You'll be all right.' I said, 'My name is Martine Wright; tell my mum and dad, tell them I'm alive' and I shouted, 'How long are they going to take? I want to get out.'

"She gave me a belt and I wrapped it round my left leg and pulled it tight. I was just holding on to it for dear life. I had lacerations to my arm but I just held this belt, pulling it up tight."

For 40 minutes Ms Wright held onto the belt and fought off thoughts that she was being left for dead as one by one firefighters cut survivors free from around her. Three feet away from where she was trapped, a large hole in the floor and ceiling marked the spot where Tanweer had blown himself up. Behind her three people lay dead. "It just seemed like ages. They took the woman in front and the guy behind me. I'd been talking to him and he was gone. I kept thinking, why aren't you saving me? Why haven't you got me out? I was the last to go, I was pretty much alone. My legs were still caught in there, I'm thinking what the hell is going on and I'm still clinging to this belt. The last thing I remember is someone saying, 'Stay with us Martine, stay with us Martine'."

Cut from the wreckage by firemen and taken to the Royal London hospital, Whitechapel, somehow in the chaos of that day her name was lost and with it her identity. For 48 hours she was known as Hotel Unknown and surgeons operated to remove both her legs above the knee knowing nothing of the woman whose life was in the balance.

Born in St Bartholomew's hospital, London, on September 30 1972, Ms Wright was a proud cockney who was travelling to work that day at her £40,000 a year post as an international marketing manager. The youngest of three siblings, she loved travelling and like most 30-something Londoners, had a hectic social life involving adventure weekends spent white water rafting or bungee jumping, days out with the family, or drinking a few "cheeky Stellas" on a Friday night.

This was the Martine Wright whose absence was felt immediately by her family when she failed to arrive at her office late on Thursday morning. For nearly 48 hours her parents, Albert and Maureen, siblings Grant and Tracey and boyfriend Nick Wiltshire searched for her, visiting every major hospital in the city but returning home each time with no news.

Late on Friday the family were taken to see the unidentified young woman in the Royal London but Martine's body had swollen beyond recognition and Grant and Tracey were not able to state with certainty that it was their sister. It took her mother to see through the swollen face, the tubes, the shrapnel wounds and the stitches and identify her youngest child by the shape of her eyebrows. After six days in intensive care she regained consciousness, having undergone four operations on her legs. Only then did she learn the extent of her injuries and today she is overcome as she remembers the moment a nurse broke the news.

"It was the middle of the night. He was stroking my hair and saying, 'Martine, I've got to tell you something. You've lost your legs in the accident. We had to take away your legs, they were damaged in the accident and we've had to take them away Martine.' They told me they had tried to save the right one below the knee. But in the end they couldn't save it. They had to clean away the dead skin and dead cells, and they had to get rid of it. The left was completely mashed up and I'm lucky that there is this much of my left leg at all.

"I remember crying, I wasn't hysterical. But afterwards I was up for several days and it was only when they moved me to another ward that I came plunging down."

Days followed in which visitors came and went; the fireman who helped to rescue her, the paramedic who had urged her to "stay with us" and the off-duty policewoman with the long blonde hair.

At times terror of dying overwhelmed her. When her fifth operation was delayed, she refused to close her eyes and sleep, convinced that she would never wake again. Remembering these moments she cradles her face between her hands, imitating the way her mother tried to comfort her.

"She put her face close to mine and said, 'You are not going to die. Do you think I would let you die?' But I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't sleep. Everytime I closed my eyes I saw a flash, the white flash I saw when the accident happened.

"It was some time later that my mum and dad said they had to tell me what had happened. My mum was holding my hand and just saying, 'It was, you know Martine, it was a bomb you were in, it was a bomb.' I don't know what I felt then, I just thought, it's surreal. What me? In a bomb on the tube and I've lost my legs?

"I could see my mum's face and my dad the other side of me, just grabbing hold of my hand. And then me sobbing and going, 'I've got no legs mum, I've got no legs.

"And them saying, 'Yeah but you're here and you are going to get new legs, you are going to get the best legs.'"

Cards and photographs cover the walls of the room at St Mary's hospital, Roehampton, which will be her home for months as she begins the long, painful process of learning to walk on prosthetic legs. Three months on, the severity of her injuries is still a daily shock - but she has no feelings about the bombers.

"Maybe I will be angry one day, but at the moment I don't waste my energy. I just think the world's gone mad. I wake up in the morning. I feel OK. Then I go and have a wash in the wheelchair and just look down at my legs and think, but I'm Martine Wright,this doesn't happen to me.

"Sometimes I say, why me, why me? But you can't think like that. I keep trying to tell myself I am lucky, I am here and other people died. But I don't feel lucky. Maybe one day, if I keep telling myself, it will finally sink in."

Continued on Monday: Martine Wright describes her battle to learn to walk on prosthetic legs, her fight to be given adequate financial compensation for her injuries, and her desire to use her horrific experience as a July 7 bombings victim to help other young people in the same situation.

© Guardian Newspapers Limited 2005

Taken from this page of the Guardian Newspapers Website.

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Today's installment...

Bombing victim's first agonising steps to recovery

Martine Wright, one of the most seriously injured in the July 7 suicide bombings, was only three feet from Shehzad Tanweer when he exploded his bomb. Three people around her were killed outright. The 32-year-old marketing executive had to be cut free from the mangled wreckage. She was the last survivor to be pulled out of the Aldgate tube. Now, completing her exclusive account for the Guardian, she tells of the mental and physical struggle to walk again and describes her battle for adequate compensation.

Monday September 26, 2005

The diary entry reads: "D-Day has come. I will walk again and I did it today. I was confronted with 20ft bars which I knew I would have to walk up and down. I was asked to lift myself up and I took my first steps. It is unbelievable, I'm standing up and I'm walking. Here's to tomorrow."

Two months before Martine Wright recorded this moment she had been on her way to work on a Circle Line tube when the suicide bomber struck and her legs were trapped in the wreckage. At the Royal London hospital surgeons amputated her legs above the knees, the first of five major operations.

It is only now in the Douglas Bader rehabilitation unit of St Mary's hospital, Roehampton, that Martine can begin the long, painful process of trying to walk again against the odds.

Each day in the gym which is the hospital's walking school, beads of sweat break out on her forehead as, leaning on tripods and standing four feet tall, she swings one hip forward then another to move her metal prosthetic legs across the floor. What remains of her own legs are fitted into a set of prosthetics, known as short rocker pylons - a development on the artificial legs worn by Bader, the second world war pilot.

"They look like something my dad would knock up in the garage," said Martine. "But apparently they are really good for getting your balance, they are training legs and then I will move on to something else. The most difficult thing is that you obviously can't feel your feet.

"It's really hard. I have days when I can do two laps and some days when I can hardly lift them at all. If I stand too long it is really uncomfortable. You have to be really fit and I spent time in the gym doing weights and strengthening my stomach muscles. But after lying down in a hospital bed for two months, the day I first stood up was incredible."

Martine's injuries are rare. Most amputees are able to keep their knees, which makes the process of learning to walk on prosthetics easier, according to her physiotherapist, Maggie Uden.

But surgeons had to remove her legs above the knee after she was trapped in the wreckage of the tube carriage, leaving her with injuries which require her to use 280% more energy than a normal person to take a single step.

"When it first happened I was obsessed by watching people cross their legs, I used to watch TV and focus on that. Now I'm obsessed with how other people were injured and whether they have got knees," she said. "I am just obsessed by knees. I suppose because I haven't got any. I just stare at people's knees and lower legs."

Before the bombing Martine was an active thirtysomething, who went to the gym twice a week, swam regularly and enjoyed travelling, to Indonesia, Thailand and the Middle East.

Now after two months at the Royal London hospital, she has moved to the rehabilitation unit of St Mary's where her life is restricted to a room on a ward and long hours in the hospital gym.

Physically she fears that she may not be through the worst. She has developed complications involving bone growing into her muscles.

"The doctor has told me I've got complications with what legs I have left and I get really paranoid that they are going to take more of my legs away. I get phantom pains, the sensation of hot pins and needles, and having that constantly is very painful.

"I can feel my heels sometimes, and my feet. It's my brain thinking that I have had legs for 32 years and now I haven't.

"But I have always said I am determined to walk again. I keep writing it in my diary. I AM GOING TO WALK AGAIN. It's on every page.

"My plastic surgeon said she had never met anyone like me in her life because I came out of intensive care smiling and recovered so quickly from the injuries I sustained. But no one can give me answers. No one will give me answers. I wanted someone to tell me whether I could walk again, whether I would be able to walk upstairs,whether I would be able to run and how long it's going to take me.

"In the beginning people would say, 'Of course you are going to walk again.' Then I met my physiotherapist and she said, 'Well your injuries are quite rare and as a result we haven't seen many people walking with these injuries.'

"When I heard that I went down like a stone. But then someone else would come and say; 'Of course you will walk.'

"One day a specialist came round from another hospital. I kept asking him, 'I will walk again won't I? I am going to walk?' He said, 'Well, these are very serious injuries. You know with your injuries, I'm not sure Martine, I'm not sure. I think you will basically be walking with two sticks for the rest of your life.' Then he said; 'Goodbye, nice to meet you,' and left.

"After that I just went right down, I was crying and really low. But two hours later my plastic surgeon came back and said, 'Martine, take no notice of him, you're definitely going to walk. I have never met anyone so determined in all my life'."

Few will predict exactly when she will be walking on a full length pair of prosthetic legs, or how able she will be. At some point she will move from the rocker legs on to new prosthetics, but she hopes one day to buy specialist artificial limbs designed for people who have lost their legs above the knee.

"They have a computer chip in the knee joint which calculates your gait so it helps you walk. But they are very expensive, around £20,000, and you can't normally get them on the NHS."

The cost of the legs, purchasing a ground floor flat to replace her second floor property, paying for adaptations to her new home and her mother's house - where she will live initially - could run into hundreds of thousands of pounds.

But Martine and other victims have yet to receive a penny from the government's criminal injuries compensation scheme and face a delay of up to two years before awards are given out.

Payouts are capped at £500,000, a level which was set in 1996.

So far she has been paid £6,000 by the London Bombings Relief Fund, which has raised £8.77m from public donations.

"Money is a huge worry for me at the moment when all I should be thinking about is walking again," she said. "I don't have a secure future, I don't know whether I will be able to return to my job and I need to go out and buy all these adaptations for my mum's house and look for a new flat for myself.

"It is nearly three months on and they [the government] need to sort out how they are going to take care of us.

"We can't sue anyone so we have to rely on the criminal injuries compensation. When I first heard it was capped at £500,000 I thought that's a lot. But it isn't. I was on £40,000 a year and that's 10 years of my earnings. I am only 32 years old.

"We have the criminal injuries and we have the London Bombings Relief Fund. But I don't understand why this fund isn't paying out substantial grants now.

"It is simple maths. They need to see how many people were injured, look at those injuries and say we've got £8m here, lets give it all out."

For the immediate future home will be St Mary's hospital, where she is visited regularly by her boyfriend Nick Wiltshire, her parents and her brother and sister.

Whatever happens she is coming to terms with the fact that her life has changed forever, physically and emotionally. The only hint of anger towards the bombers comes in a diary entry she had forgotten she made.

It reads: "The hole in the ceiling and the floor of the carriage apparently mark the place where the B.....D suicide bomber blew himself up." Otherwise she makes no mention of the four men who attacked London on July 7.

"There are days when I feel sorry for myself," she said. "I'm a nice person, I'm a really nice person and I don't think that something like this should happen to a nice person.

"So I have to believe this happened for a reason, otherwise it is unthinkable. Maybe I was chosen to have no legs at all as opposed to someone who lost one leg because I am stronger than them, because I can deal with it.

"I would love to have a magic wand and be able to go 'ting' you've got legs. But that is not going to happen. People say to me I am amazing and they don't think they could do this. But what choice have I got? I either lay down and die, sit in this wheelchair for the rest of my life, or I get up and I walk.

"This changes your whole perspective, your values, what is important. What I am thinking now is that if I could help some other young person with the same or similar injuries in future, then maybe some good will have come out of this."

© Guardian Newspapers Limited 2005

Taken from this page of the Guardian Newspapers website.

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Thank you for posting those articles, Afet, they make very sobering reading...

I hope that despite the (very) hard work ahead of her, she manages to prove the sceptics wrong & walk well - a bit like someone on this forum...mentioning no names, Ed. :)


PS Saul should get some encouragement & inspiration from these postings!

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How I wish that a group of people from this forum could jump on a plane and just go there and hold her hand for a couple of months.....



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Tragic, what a terrible tragedy, I lost my leg to save my life, to have your legs taken away by a brain washed lunatic, how do you come to terms with that?

As we all know money cannot cure our impairments it helps, god it helps but it is no cure.

PJ :(

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TX for posting these articles Afet:

So many parts of these narratives hit home.

Perhaps...someday......somehow.............this woman will end up here so we can "meet".

Please keep these articles coming. Maybe there will be a contact note or so.

But no one can give me answers. No one will give me answers.

This is sooooo true. This is the reason I post what I post to the degree I post.


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I am thinking of going to visit Martine myself actually.

The hospital is about an hour or so away from home, and the bus stop is literally right outside my front door! :D

When I do, I will most certainly tell her all about this forum, but will especially tell her about YOU Ed. ;)

I don't know how much help I can possibly be, being a bilateral below knee, but I do know that I can totally relate to a lot of what she said. Especially her fixation with people's legs and feet. :blink:

Ed, you could always try writing a letter to Martine Wright, c/o St. Mary's Hospital.

The address is:

St Mary's NHS Trust,

Praed Street,


W2 1NY

United Kingdom

I'm sure she is very well known within the hospital, so I'm positive that the letter will reach her.

Also, regarding your question regarding knee units under the NHS in the UK, I can tell you that C-Legs are NOT available under the NHS. She will most likely have to go private if those are the units she wants, which evidently seems to be the case.

I'll let you know when I am going to see her, so you can send me an email that I can give her from you, if you'd like. Probably in the next 2 weeks or so. ;)

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I would like to send a short note....I'm sure many of us would. Could we start a thread of 'messages for Martine', and maybe you could print them from all of us. Or is there a better way to do it.....

How amazing for you to be able to visit with her. I can't think of too many people as special as you to do this. Wish we ALL were round the corner.


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Hi Afet

Just read this after posting the other message. Tell Martine, she is in the best place possible to get her walking again. I thought the facilities at Roehampton were excellent, a good team of people and a friendly atomosphere.

I also started walking on the "rocker" type legs, they were very good to get started on. I am sure she realizes, that these are just to get her started, and the limbs will improve. I used to use the "rockers" with crutches, but went back to school on these, they actually made me pretty mobile, whilst my stumps were recovering from skin grafting.

There is a chap I know, who is a bilateral a/k, who lives in the Roehampton area and gets his limbs there, she may have already met him, but I'll send him an email.


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I am posting this here, rather than the other thread (Messages for Martine).

I just want to commend everybody here on the way you are reaching out to a fellow human being - whose life has changed dramatically - just because you WANT to.

It's really heart-warming to see everyone so touched by something you've read. Much like how you all did with Josh from Australia.

It will be an honour for me to print out your comments and give them to Martine when I see her.

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The following was in yesterday's Guardian. It's regarding the compensation for the victims of the bombings, which I notice came up in discussion above.

Compensation for London bomb victims within days

Sandra Laville and Sam Jones

Tuesday September 27, 2005

The Guardian

The victims of the July 7 attacks in London will begin receiving compensation within the next 10 days, the Criminal Injuries Compensation Authority (CICA) said last night.

Many of those most severely injured had feared they would have to wait at least 15 months for payments because of problems with the compensation system. But yesterday the (CICA) announced that it was prioritising their claims.

In a statement, the CICA said: "We are working hard to make sure that victims of these terrible bombings receive the compensation they are entitled to as quickly as possible."

The unexpected announcement came a day after Tony Blair promised to personally investigate the delay following complaints from victims and their families. "I'm sure that they'll make the payments as soon as they possibly can," Mr Blair told the BBC's Sunday AM programme. "Over the next couple of weeks those payments are going to be made."

The issue of compensation came to light after several victims told newspapers, including the Guardian, that they were afraid they would be left to support themselves while they waited months for the CICA to process their claims.

Martine Wright, who lost both legs above the knee in the Aldgate blast and has been fighting for adequate compensation for nearly three months, welcomed the news last night. "This is what I and other victims have wanted," said Ms Wright, 32.

"Not knowing how much we are going to get or when we will get it has made it difficult to plan anything for the future. I have always said if someone could just tell me what amount I'm going to get or how long it is going to take then I can work that into my plans. But just being left up in the air means it is very difficult.

"The fact that they have said they will pay the money within two weeks is fantastic news. We look forward to it. It is just a shame that it has come to this. That not only myself but other victims who have been caught up in the bombings and also the families of those that lost loved ones, had to fight to get what, in essence, should be there for them in any case."

Ms Wright will need prosthetic legs which cost £10,000 each and are not normally available on the NHS. She also faces the expense of moving from a second floor flat to a ground floor apartment and the cost of adaptations to that property and to her mother's home where she will live initially after she leaves hospital.

So far, she has not received a penny from the CICA. Her only payment to date has been £6,000 from the London Bombing Relief Fund - also known as the Mayor's Fund - which has £8.7m of public donations in its coffers.

The CICA said last night that it had received 180 applications for compensation so far. Once the applications are received, it asks for police and medical reports to confirm the injuries victims had sustained. It said it had received the first set of police reports last Thursday and could now start offering interim payments. A special incident team has been set up to coordinate applications

Personal injury lawyers have been angered by long delays in the Criminal Injuries Compensation Scheme for many years. On average it takes between 15 months and two years for the government scheme to compensate victims of crime.

The maximum payout under the scheme is capped at £500,000 but civil settlements, such as those over the Paddington train crash, can pay out more than £1m.

July's atrocities have prompted calls for the CICA to be restructured. It was set up in 1964 to compensate victims of violent crime, but has never had to deal with a crime on the scale of the London bombings, which killed 52 people and left more than 700 injured.

Critics and campaigners argue that the scheme is too slow in paying out compensation and that the payments themselves are too low. They say the £500,000 ceiling, introduced by the Conservatives in 1996, is not enough to help victims rebuild their lives.

Taken from this page of the Guardian Newspapers Website.

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Any of you Brits know what this woman can expect for prots under the health system there as far as knee units?

I still haven't got an answer to this yet!! <_<


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It's a pity that the frozen assets of these terrorist organisations couldn't be given to the victims as compensation. :blink:

I agree, after crying when reading this. :(

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Any of you Brits know what this woman can expect for prots under the health system there as far as knee units?


Guess no one really knows <_<

I've never heard of any one getting C legs on the National Health.

There is a bilateral above knee at my centre who is learning to walk with both knees locked, he has to push a button to make them bend so he can sit!

When I ask such questions I am always told that an amputee will be given the units that are best for them!.........what a cop out! :angry:

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Any of you Brits know what this woman can expect for prots under the health system there as far as knee units?

I've been having a look around Ed but can't find much to help. I will try to remember to ask my prosthetist when I see him in 10 days time. I do know of a soldier who's been fitted with an Ultimate knee and later the 3R80 and returned to service however the budget for this may have come from the military even though he has been to an NHS limb centre.

I don't consider it a cop out to be told an ampute will be given what they need. We are all different as many of you keep reminding us. Some of us are less active than others and so have differing requirements for limbs. In a health service that has to provide value for money to the tax payer patients have to be evaluated on their abilities as well as their expectations. So expensive high tech equipment will be given to people who are best able to make use of it. If you feel that the equipment that is given to you doesn't meet your expectations it is up to you to prove that you would make full use something better.

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Did anyone see 'Richard & Judy' (UK TV) yesterday? No, neither did I, but my children did & they told me that there was an interview with a woman who lost her legs during the London bombing. Although, I'm not sure if it was this woman.

During the programme she described how they had found her legs & how she recently said 'Goodbye' to her legs - what a sweet idea(?). She said that when she went to say goodbye, her legs were surrounded by flowers....makes me cry, just describing it...


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You know, I also said 'Goodbye' to my legs. :(

Mine were still attached at the time, but were in a very bad state, thanks to the necrosis. The first of my amputations were due the next day... Sigh.

I would have loved to have bent down and kissed them, but I could barely sit up at the time, let alone bend down all that way to reach my feet. That, and the fact that I was scared that my toes would drop off! Seriously. :blink:

This is going to sound really soppy now, but it's the raw truth.

I lay there all alone in the hospital room.

I, tearfully, started talking to my feet. I reminisced about all the good times we had shared together; all the clubs we danced in and all the shores we walked on. I thanked them for the excellent job they'd done of supporting me for the 24 and a half years leading up to that point. I apologised for failing them, though nothing was ever my fault. Then I said my last goodbyes.

It was extremely sad, but I felt it needed to be done.

Oh heck, I'm crying now, thinking about it.

Did it help saying goodbye?

I think so.

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Oh, Afet, that was so sad but so sweet...

As a teenager, I said goodbye to my foot. Apart from the deformity in the ankle (which wasn't visible) my foot was healthy & I felt so guilty...

Although it's very difficult, I think that it's important to say goodbye, if you can, as it brings with it a 'closure', so that you can move forward with your life.

The woman in the TV program was an Australian called Gill, has anyone else heard of her? She's supposed to be getting married in November.

Take care


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Yes, she's Gillian Hicks (Melaussie already posted her about in the Support Group Activities Forum).

I have an appointment at St. Thomas' Hospital (where she's staying) on Monday, and am going to try my luck at popping by her room to say hello, if I can.

I know that her family have preferred to keep very private, but, you never know, it might work! B)

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Lizze, I never had time to give it a thought, things just happened so fast! The only thing I had on my mind was getting rid of that #@#^% pain! :blink: Then afterwards I was so filled up with morphine, that nothing much entered my head for awhile, until the cobwebs came out! :rolleyes: I believe it was jberna that had a burial for her leg, which I'm sure brought closure to her. I did look at some pictues when I came home, which was kinda painful at first, but it gave me the chance to say good-bye to that physical part of me and welcome this new artificial part of me and now we're buddies!!! :D

Sheila lbk

Maine USA

Keep Smiling :)

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Ed, I went to my limb centre today and although I forgot to ask about C - legs on the NHS it came up in a conversation with my prosthetist. It seems the NHS won't fund C - Legs (Due to the high cost - around 8000 GBP) except in very exceptional circumstances where a case for extra funding would have to be argued. Hopefully in the not too distant future this technology will become more affordable and robust and will be available to more people.

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