I’ve never named my prosthesis, which, if you know me, is strange. I named my tumour... “Bowashin”. My residual limb goes by the handle of “Forest Stump”.
Celebrating or simply remembering specific dates and milestones hold significant power. It allows us to look back and see how far we have come.
My name is Marina, and I’m 21 years old. I was born with bilateral lower extremity abnormalities. I had a bilateral above-knee amputation when I was fourteen months old.
In the beginning, becoming a parent of a child amputee can often feel overwhelming, frightening, and intimidating. You, and your child, are beginning a new journey together, but you are not alone.
Dear Friendly Stranger: I just wanted to drop you a note to remark on our wonderful encounter over the weekend.