After my surgery, back in my room, my wife Sara and I looked at each other.
“Alright, do you want to see it?”
We took the blankets off my leg — the part of it that was still there. I try to keep things simple, and not overanalyze. Half of my left leg was gone. I actually did okay with that part. But the craziest feeling was when I picked up my leg and there was no weight to it. Physically, that felt extremely weird.
It kind of freaked me out.
