My husband and I had been married just six months. I had walked down the isle in my dress all eyes on me. Of course I was not used to being the center of attention. We said our vows and we were off to the reception. I danced the whole night away on my own two feet. Getting the hotel, I could not wait to take off my shoes, my feet hurt so bad.

Six months after being married, I can no longer dance, or even walk for that matter. I can no longer carry my food to the table. I am once again having people stare at me. I am using crutches, and worried about falling at every turn. I had lost my leg above the knee. I did not lose my leg because of a car accident, and not to diabetes. I still find it very difficult to believe that I had lost it to the flesh eating disease. I used to take so many things for granted. I never thought that something as simple as carrying my diner to the table would be something that I would not be able to do.

I have sat many a day wondering why me, what did I ever do or what could I have done differently. I am starting to realize, that probably I did not do anything wrong. The right thing to do now would be to help other people. I need to help other people facing many troubles in their lives. Sometimes you may feel that you have nobody on your side. But you do, you just need to be patient and life will turn around.

Life has turned around for me. I am in the process of getting a prosthesis. People have come to help me with daily chores. I have a very good support system. I think this is what needs to be done, to get yourself out of feeling that things are that bad. There are so many support systems out there to help people with their lives. These systems are not a hand out, but a hand up. Sometimes isn’t that what we all need.