Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think my mother’s leg pain could become so unbearable, that she would be willing to take her own life because of it.

I can still hear her scream, echoing between the four walls of our home:

“I am going to end it all! If this is what it takes for the pain to stop, then so be it!”

I remember rushing to the bathroom, only to find my mother in the center of what seemed to be a bloodbath scene from a horror movie.

My mother, having fainted on what used to be white, now scarlet floor, holding a stained chainsaw in her right hand, and blood gushing out of her almost severed leg.

Needless to say, I was petrified.

I started acting on instinct, and covered her open wound, hoping and praying the ambulance would get here in time…