Four Fingers and Thirteen Toes
I’m known to most as Rosie. A regular forty-something, who likes to think I’m still eighteen, with just a subtle difference, in the form of Four Fingers (two sprouting from each shoulder) and Thirteen tiny Toes, on legs that end just about where the average knee happens to be.
I’ve learnt to drive, I run my own Disability Issues Consultancy, I’ve been happily married for over 20 years and I have a gorgeous teenage son. So, having achieved all this, I decided it was time to put pen to paper and tell the world about me.
My book, aptly titled “Four Fingers and Thirteen Toes” is the story of my life, interspersed with the history of the drug Thalidomide. It’s not littered with “what if’s” and “may be’s” but rather it tells the story of (as Lord Morris of Manchester puts it) “triumph over devastatingly severe disability”.
What I have tried to do is to emphasis that you make the most of what you do have rather than what you don’t have.
Here are some snippets from four of the chapters:
: … I doubt that there were three happier people in the whole world than Stephen, James and me. And then our joy was shared, if not quite so personally, by everyone that had known us through my pregnancy.
“So what’s so wonderful about all this?” you say. “Lots of women have babies.”
: … my mother told me of the first time that she had taken me out shopping with her. A woman, looking into the pram said, “Oh, what a beautiful baby.” Then, pulling back the covers a little, she saw my little stumpy arms with two fingers sprouting from each shoulder.
She screamed, “My God, it’s a freak,” and went running up the road as though afraid that I might be contagious. …
…Solicitously, they treated us with crash helmets, transforming us into ‘Metal Mickey’s’, a process that rather defeated their avowed purpose of making us less conspicuous in the world. One particularly ingenious device involved artificial arms powered by compressed gas, carried in a cylinder on your back, hardly something that could be easily concealed. …
… The pharmaceutical departments of the IG Farben cartel used the victims of the concentration camps during human experiments, such as the testing of new and unknown vaccines and drugs. In the Auschwitz trials, correspondence was discovered…
I would welcome comments on the snippets and of course, any comments you would like to share if you have already read the book .
I have a whole host of views on most things in life, and look forward to sharing these views with other interested people. I like a challenge, and am not afraid to say what I think, even though my views may be controversial.