September Morn, my story did not end there. The agony didn't go away when the cast did. I just didn't know it yet. If it had, I wouldn't be sitting here now, grieving after 20 years.

I can only write the story in installments, as my physical and psychological state will allow.

The constant physical pain I am under is now so bad that I now want to "go to ground for several days." And I'm sure that I don't want to get up in my chair again because if I do the pain will come back.

What follows in these installments changed my life forever and it changed the way I saw hospitals. It started in 1983. By the time they were finished with me in 1986, I would never feel safe in a hospital again. That feeling took time to grow, but grow it did.