People say the damnedest things to you when they see that you're missing a limb.
"You're handling it so well!" I am told, often.
"Yeah, well, it's not like it's the worst thing that can happen to a person, especially the way I did it, all carefully planned out and under anaesthesia in a nice, clean suburban hospital. There are a lot worse things that can happen to a person."
"I suppose," is the often doubtful-sounding frequent reply.
"Like losing a child. I really think losing a child is just about the worst thing that can happen to anybody."
At this point, the other person will usually agree and get very, very quiet, or begin to tell me about someone s/he knows who...
...and never ever got over it, not really. 'Cause you don't.
I just want to point out what keeps hitting me in the heart as I listen to the radio up here in my studio aerie today, nursing a light cold, drinking soup, and spoiling my old cat, that on this day five years ago, a lot of people lost both children and limbs. I would also like to point out another thing that keeps occurring to me, that the chances are that somewhere in the world -- maybe in Afghanistan, maybe in Iraq, probably somewhere in Africa for sure -- someone else has lost both a child and a limb, possibly more than one of either or both, today.
Look around you. Do you see someone you love, maybe more than one person? Tell them. The saddest thing I ever hear is "I never got a chance to say --"
You're here, now. So say it.
(I know you didn't really need me to tell you this.)