In the summer of 1997, my husband Jim had a climbing accident.
He has been falling off motorbikes all our married life, and has so many plates and pins that he's nearly bionic! This was the first time he'd fallen off rocks.
He broke the main bone in his lower leg - the tibia - and needed an operation to put metal plates in it.
Which should have been the end of the story.
The problem was that Jim reacted to the metal, and the leg refused to heal.
The wound kept weeping and he was continually in pain. Month after month of wide spectrum antibiotics seemed to make no difference.
After 2 years of regular attendance at the local hospital we decided to seek a second opinion.
It took the Harley Street specialist a few moments to diagnose that the leg was still broken.
Further tests then showed that he had serious osteo-myelitis. "Bacteria have taken up residence in the bone and are slowly gnawing it away', said the specialist.
Jim has never been big on complementary therapies. By now, however, he was willing to try anything.
I had been maintaining his leg using a combination of therapies.
Despite heavy doses of painkillers and sleeping tablets, he was not sleeping.
To enable him to sleep and to cope with pain during this period, I used CranioSacral therapy several times a day, and gave him frequent massages with oils such as chamomile and sandalwood.
Because the leg was the size of a football, and the skin was severely stretched, we used lymph drainage techniques to manage the build up of fluids.
The crunch came following a flight to New York.
The fluid had accumulated over the area, and had built up into a golf-ball sized lump.
Sitting in a beautiful white bathroom in our son's apartment, the wound exploded, showering everywhere with blood.