One shoe is better than two


  I have read several issues of your publication and thought some of your readers may be interested in my story.

  I am a 24-year-old female, 5'6", attractive, blonde, that was born with a very short right leg. It was nine inches shorter than my left leg and requires the use of a special built-up shoe that has a nine-inch platform sole or as some of my shoes, a metal sole with two tubular uprights. Because I had to use a built-up shoe from the time I    learnt to walk, it never bothered me until later

in my teens when watching my girlfriends wearing pretty dress shoes became hard for me to handle at times.

  Then one weekend four years ago, I was on a flight to Florida for a short vacation and the passenger sitting next to me was a middle-aged doctor. He expressed an interest in my condition after noticing my built-up shoe, remarking how extreme it was. He said he was sorry to see something like that, because even with all the latest advances in medicine, nothing could be done for my condition. I confied in him that it had become an emotinal burden for me in recent years.

He asked me, if I had ever thought of amputation

and the use of an artificial limb. I had not and he felt this might be the solution. We talked about the suggestion he made and its benefits and also its problems until our flight landed. I thanked him for his interest and told him he had given me something to think about.

  All during my vacation, I kept thinking about what he said and became increasingly interested in it. After returning home, I went to see an orthopedic surgeon who also felt I could benefit from the amputation of my short leg.

It took me two months to make my mind up to have

my leg removed and I contacted the surgeon to set up a time to have the operation performed. He assured me that since my short right leg was very strong and I was in good health, there should be no problem with the operation or a speedy recovery.

I entered the hospital the following Monday,

signed all the necessary release papers and on Tuesday, the leg was removed. Nine days later I was released from the hospital on crutches. My leg had been amputated above the knee, the remaining thigh measures eight inches and is long enough to control an artificial limb. I could hardly wait for the limb fitting which took place four months later.

  In the meantime, I used crutches to get about. It was when I learned about the male interest in female amputees. Two weeks after coming home from the hospital, I felt comfortable enough using my crutches to go to the mall to do some shopping. Two men who waited on me in the stores wanted my phone number. I loved it. One was in a department store, the other in a shoe store where I had purchased three pair of shoes which he took to my car for me. It was the first mid-high heeled shoes

I had ever owned and they felt great. They felt so

feminine, the salesman asked me if I wanted to try a    high heel and I told him I had never owned any.

  Two days later the shoe salesman phoned me and made a date. We went out for dinner and a show. I was 20-years-old and this was my first real date. After the show we stopped for a drink and he said. "I have a special gift for you and I think you will like it."

  When we returned to the car, he gave me a package wrapped with a red ribbon. It was a high heeled shoe. It looked wonderful and I put it on for him. The feel of that high heeled shoe made me tingle all over. We adjusted my crutches for the added height and I got out of the car and walked around. I must confess to anyone watching I probably looked quite shaky, but it felt terrific to me after wearing those plain oxfords all my life. I pranced around until I got tired and we got back into the car and went home.

On our next date, he gave me several high heeled

shoes of different styles and told me how much he enjoyed watching me wear that first high heel. He told me one of his customers was a woman who also was an amputee and always bought the highest heels they carried so he knew I could manage on one too.

I have become quite adept at walking in a high

heel shoe and enjoy doing so. At first I felt a little shy wearing them out in public, but after meeting my boyfriend's amputee customer, she assured me that we had as much right as any two legged woman. She was very good at walking on a high heel shoe even though she used only one crutch.

I told her why I had become an amputee and that

I could hardly wait to be fitted with an

artificial limb. She said that she had one but didn't like it and felt better using crutches.

A short while later, I was fitted with my new

leg and after a bit of practice, became quite comfortable using it. It has a suction socket, is very light and fits quite well. I am very glad I had the amputation of my right leg performed and wished it had been done much sooner. I wear the leg most of the time. It is so much nicer than that built-up shoe was.

  However, a few of my friends like me to go without it, preferring to see me with only one leg and walking on crutches. It's their thing, as it is to some of your readers, and I don't mind in the least doing it for their pleasure because this select group has opened up a whole new social life for me. Life with a short leg and a nine inch shoe is a very lonely one. On the other hand, my life as an amputee has become very full and rewarding.

-Jill, the amputee by choice,


 Nugget 3/85



from: Jill