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unbearable and I cannot function anyway. Please, please
do something.” But “wait” was all they said.
My lawyer filed suit. The Industrial Accident
Commission granted a temporary settlement for the loss of
my legs and the prospect of a life of acute pain.
By this time I could only walk with a cane. The days
stretched into months and the months into years. The
pain got steadily worse until I felt I could take no more.
The hospitalizations became more frequent and I grew
more and more dependent on the increasing dosage of
drugs.
Our home life was a shambles. Poor Fran; she tried so
hard to be patient with me. But after a long hospitalization
I would return to the house and expect her to maintain the
same routine I had in the hospital—not taking into
account that she had two little girls and a house to take
care of ... plus a crabby, demanding, pain-ridden husband.
On the long days when all I could do was stagger from the
bed to the sofa and shout for my drugs, she sometimes
gave up. I would hear her back in the bathroom, with the
door closed, crying in frustration and despair.
We had a beautiful home, one I had built myself. But it
became a prison to me. I cursed the sunken living room
that meant I had to climb two steps to get to the kitchen or
the bathroom.
My little girls, Maria and Lisa, would plead with me to
play with them, but I couldn’t even hold them on my knee,
much less pick them up.
Time and time again I would fall and be unable to get