I sat in the room stunned. Did she really just say that? How could she dismiss me like that? Everyone is staring at me – I can only imagine what they must be thinking of me.
I want to just crawl under the table and disappear. It was early May. I had just found out from my doctor that the artificial hip I had was failing and would need to be replaced/revised for a second time.
My first hip replacement had been at the age of 19, and now, 15 years later, it was failing. As a 34-year-old man on my second hip replacement, words cannot describe the “joy” of this news.Read more on themighty.com