When mum recovered from surgery, she realised that her leg was missing. She was very sad, angry and blamed my father for conspiring to have her leg amputated.
It all began rather innocently; at least that’s how I saw it in my befuddled brain. I had a blister on my foot which, for some reason, was taking its own sweet time healing.
I crawled into the doctors’ surgery and life as I knew it ended. Diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes my entire chocolate life flashed before my eyes. Oh how naive I was to think that would be it!!
It’s midnight, and I am crouching in the dark watching a dim screen flashing, flashing, flashing…67. I have to wake her up. Thank God I caught it. Thank God I was awake.
