Doreen entered Sam's room early in the morning, smiling in confidence. She set her coffee down to give her full attention to her patient.
"Morning, Samantha. How's it going?" she asked of her.
As the two women made small talk, Doreen again ran her routine scans and exams of her patient.
Her internal wounds had completely healed and her skin had settled to where Samantha would feel perfectly comfortable. Once finished, she took a seat by her patient.
"I have a team here who is well versed in prosthetics," she explained, "you will have some choices as to what leg you can have. Once installed, there will be a regiment of physical therapy. When all is said and done, no one will know the difference, that is, unless you tell or show them."
Doreen then placed a caring hand on her shoulder, "I promise you, I'll see you through this. I just ask for your patience and hard work. Together, we can do it and get you back to your old self."