A 1974 hemipelvectomy to rid Lenor Madruga of a malignant tumor left her without a left leg and a portion of the hip; today she walks, swims, rides horses, dances, and waterskis. Her story is (unfortunately and fortunately) not really new; nor is her courage and determination, or the love and loyalty of family and friends. One might question whether the afflicted party is necessarily the best person to recount such tribulations; readers grow uneasy under constant barrages of how-pretty-and-vivacious-I-always-was and everyone-marveled-at-my-courage. Most arresting: her descriptions of the ""phantom limb pain"" that drove her to the brink of despair, and into temporary dependence on pain killers; and her singleminded search for a perfect ""Barbie-doll"" limb to fill the empty space. Least convincing: references to ""plea-bargaining"" with God for her life, and then repaying Him in small ways; or desperate grabs at self-importance as a perfect rancher's near-perfect wife, a model, and a local radio interviewer. Amputees may identify, but others will long for more perspective.