Today marks 3 years since I elected to have my left leg amputated below the knee. I can remember that moment being wheeled to surgery. I was looking down at both feet, knowing that one would be gone by the time I came back. I felt massive grief, there in that moment in pre-op. It is indescribable.
I see a psychologist regularly to help me to deal with my PTSD and all its associated problems following my amputation in 2020.. sometimes in this process old information comes back around again and this is a prime example.