missnever I hate thinking about the things I will never be able to do again. I think that's why I sit on my bum eating biscuits. Anyone, even a peg leg, can eat biscuits by the pack 
I have decided to get back into swimming this summer. It hasn't been possible for a while, as I've been on my own with DD and no childcare, but my exP is going to be around this summer meaning freedom for meeee. I will revel in hitting the outdoor pool! swimming is one of the few things not affected by my stupid leg.
I was thinking about this thread the other day, because I got off a coach struggling under the weight of a sleeping DD, and then as I started to push her in her pram I was really sort of hopping along, as my leg was so stiff from the journey and sore from the long day. A lovely man clearly somewhat alarmed, rushed to see if he could help at all. And I didn't mind one bit - in fact, though I batted his offer away (knowing I would be ok), I was comforted that someone had noticed.
So it really is the spirit in which these things are meant, for me.