Dancing was my life, Mum used to say I could dance before I could walk. I did it all ballet, tap, modern, jazz. I was going to be a professional dancer, then later run a dance studio. Yes I had my career all planned out.
I was 19 studying dance at University, I fell ill, just a cold I thought, I’d soon shake it off. Three days later waking up in hospital I was told I’d contracted meningitis, my left leg had been removed below the knee. I was being fitted with a prosthetic leg next month, how the hell do you come to terms with that?
Many months of blood sweat and tears followed now I am walking again. I tentatively step onto the dance floor. I hear my mother shouting ‘keep dancing Chris, you can do it’ and I can. I will have my career that I’d planned.