Annie suddenly noticed an ulcer on her leg. It wasn’t sore. She wondered how long it had been there.
She went to the doctor who gave her medication. The ulcer got worse. It hurt.
“I’m sorry,” said the doctor, “but you’ll have to have your leg amputated.”
“Over my dead body,” said Annie.
“It’s either amputation or death. There aren’t any other options.”
“Oh,” said Annie. “Naturally I choose cutting the leg off.”
She may as well have kept her leg on for all the good it did. They buried her next to her husband.