January 5,1943 is the day I was born to Ted and Helen Herring of Miles, Texas. The birth took place in Saint John’s Hospital in San Angelo, Texas, some 20 miles from the farm, I was raised on.
According to my mother, it had snowed. My father had his tonsils out early that morning. I was born at 10
A.M. After seeing we were o k, my father left to take care of his cows. His vehicle slipped off the road into the bar ditch. The neighbors caught him walking and gave him a hard time.
Like what are you trying to do catch pneumonia? You have a wife and baby in the hospital, and you just had your tonsils out and you are out here walking in this snow.
It seemed from the very beginning; I was destined to complicate things. The umbilical cord had done a number on my hands and right foot. The right foot was missing the big toe and the first toe. The right hand had a mangled ring finger, and the left hand was missing the little finger and the other fingers were mangled and crocked. On top of that they were grown together, which totally put the doctors in a fix it mode.
Mother said I had one operation before I left the hospital and two more before I was a year old. The first operation I remember was when I was 19 and the recovery from that operation was the very painful. Take into account, that half the nerves in our bodies are in our hands and feet. My nick name was blubber. It was 1943, and the little they knew left me in pain.
I had my last surgery on my hands in 1981. That doctor did the most to improve the use of my hand and the recovery was not near as painful. He also said, they do not touch a baby with mangled hands until they are two years old. Thank you, Lord.
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