“I lost my legs to diabetes. I was an alcoholic and drug user. I knew I had diabetes but I wasn’t taking care of it. I was highly depressed and wanted to die. I got a blister on my foot, and at some point I realized gang green had set in. One time I got up to go to the bathroom and I couldn’t get back to my bed. I thought I had wanted to die, but when it came to that point I decided I didn’t want to. After I lost my legs I got clean, and straight, and sober, and found out there was more to life than partying. I thought I was having fun but I was just masking problems I didn’t want to face.”