Leading on from another post I spent 8 weeks at the CHU in Limoges in their rehabilitation centre. It was there that prosthetic limbs were made and fitted.
Briefly I was acting as a translator/helper for mum and was accepted as ‘temporary staff’ for want of a better word. I got to go where the public are not allowed, was made to feel useful, and not just for her but to talk and share with some of the badly injured patients.
The things I saw had a profound effect. I wept with some of them, I also shed tears of joy with them when hours and hours of pain and effort worked.
I was moved and humbled both by their courage and by the dedication of the staff. 'Nuff said !