I lost my hand in August 2006 when I was nineteen. My husband (then fiance) and I were coming home from a weekend away and I lost control of the car causing it to flip several times and my left hand had to amputated as a result.
I used to have this really long drawn out explanation about what happened in the accident, but the more I thought about it, the more it bugged me having it all out there. To be honest, while it was a major life changing event, on a day-to-day basis it really isn't that big of a deal. Sure, there are plenty of times I get frustrated because I need help when I know if I had two hands I could do it alone, but those are pretty few and far between. I felt like by having the whole story out there that I was dwelling on it, and that's so far from where I'm at. I have been so blessed since then that I really feel it would be an injustice to myself and what I'm about to portray that what happened to me in the past is more important than what's going on in my present.
That's not to say that I don't want to talk about it. There are times where I do address my one-handedness in my posts and I ask that you just take it for what it is. I don't want anyone feeling awkward or sympathetic because I'm talking or joking about it or expressing my frustrations. I also don't mind answering questions regarding the accident or my amputation so don't be afraid to ask.
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