This weeks theme is very poignant to me.
& gives me my chance to tell my story.
Nearly fifty years ago, at the time of my birth myself & my mother where under the care of a consultant gynaecologist, obstetrician, I prefer butcher, who thought he new best, & didn't believe in C sections.
Despite her small stature & my obvious size he still put us through a very painful & traumatic birth.
My mother nearly bled to death & I had my right arm dislocated at the shoulder & also received severe nerve damage. The medical term for it is Erbs palsy if you're interested.
So I have spent my life with a 'disability', a word I find amusing, through his neglect.
A tragic accident, except he had also done the same to my older sister four & a half years earlier.
& as I got older & heard others stories, I realised that my family where relatively lucky compared to some he affected under his care.
If it happened now he would be struck off & not allowed to practise ever more, but at that time doctors where above the law & no recompense was possible.
My father wanted to get the gun & finish him off.
If it hadn't been for my mothers pleading he might have.
I'm glad he didn't, growing up with the stigma of a disability, or handicap as it was called then, was enough, with out having my father inside on a murder rap.
Apart from the obvious physical & social difficulties this has presented me through life, it has also left me with a mistrust of the human race as a whole, & especially those in authority, & generally regarding the latter, I've not been proven wrong.
It's probably why I submerge myself in the workings of mother nature instead of being interested in the usual stuff people fuss about. So for that I'm eternally thankful.
I'm not seeking sympathy or pity, I've had enough of them to last me many lifetimes.
More as its hands Friday I thought it time I showed my hand here on FT & told its story.
I realise there are others here with painful stories, & struggles greater than my own.
To them I say you are not alone.
So here you see my hands, & also the hand of a man from fifty years ago, who didn't care enough about the people under his care.
So Dr Inch if you're out there you owe me, & the others you affected.
An apology would suffice, a cut of your fat pension would be preferable.
I suspect you are no longer in this realm so I doubt either of those will be forthcoming, but if you have children who followed you into the medical profession I hope to hell they didn't inherit your arrogance & talent.
& if they have, I hope for their sakes they don't cross my path, or the paths of those I care about.
I may not be so forgiving second time around.