The moment the oncologist confirmed he would need to amputate my legs, I embraced him with delight.
If the cancer had not spread below both knees, I would have been cheated of the full publicity benefits of this opportunity.
For years I had battled the narrow mindedness of the medical profession, who refused to accept that my design for spring loaded artificial limbs, inspired by jump stilts, would empower amputees with acrobatic prowess beyond imagining.
As soon as my stumps are khealed, those experts will be weeping over their refusals of financial backing, while I bounce somersaults over their heads.
Tony Spencer about 9 years ago
This is naughtily hilarious, the unexpected joy of the willing amputee finally free to realise his wildest dreams and fulfilling his expectations, is far too funny for words. Yet, I feel I must put my hand over my mouth to disguise my guffaws, in this PC world of ours. P.S. Khealing? Healing?
Tim Graves about 9 years ago
Thanks for the comments, Tony. This story has been at the back of my mind for years. I could never think of what to do with it until I put it into 100 words. Your boost to my self esteem is very welcome;-)