As I put the bottle of Prosecco on ice, my first guest rang the front doorbell.
Taking a deep breath, I checked my lipstick in the mirror and smoothed down my new outfit. That night, I was throwing a bash no one would forget.
A ‘goodbye hand’ party – to celebrate its amputation!
For nearly 20 years, I hadn’t been able to use my right hand at all. However, I knew I was lucky to be alive after a horrific car accident in 1999, when I was 22.
Driving home from a day trip to Brighton, my tyre blew out while I was going 70mph along the A23.
Thankfully, I’d managed to avoid hitting any other cars and swerved over to the hard shoulder.
But theremy seatbelt, I’d have been killed. But I hadn’t come out unscathed. Rushed to hospital, I soon learnt that the accident had severed nerves in my spinal cord, leaving me with Bell’s palsy.
