Many years ago, my best friend at school developed a problem in her right knee. I can't remember the medical term but it was a type of degenerative disease. She started to wear a knee support, but a few months later she told me, very upset, that she was going to have to wear a full leg brace. It was ugly - leather and steel - and kept both her ankle and knee straight, and she had to wear it whenever she stood up. As she had very little pain when she walked without it, being good friends, we soon hatched a pot that she would come to my house using the back enterence, take her brace off in my shed, and creep out to catch a bus to the next town. I worked for months.
Then, and I can remember this so well, she came over crying her eyes out - she had been told she would need a similar brace on her other leg. Whilst there was little or no pain an exray showed bone damage. Two weeks later she was fitted, and given under arm crutches which she know needed to walk, as she had strict instructions not to swing her legs.
Then the school said because of her disability she could no longer attend - so we began to lose contact. However, whilst she had trouble getting up stairs to my bedroom we met in hers - now on the ground floor. I knew her braces real well - I even tried them on - it was weird.
We then planned to again go out together without her wearing them as we had before. It worked real well for a couple of times, we met boys, she was very preety and it was great.
Then one evening at the bus stop her father passed in his car, came back, picked us up and gave us hell. Her for walking without her braces and me for aiding. He stopped her from coming over, I was afraid to go there and as we were now at different schools we did not meet for weeks.
Then we met in a local shop. She was in her braces and on crutches and seeming to have more trouble moving. Her mother said it was ok for me to come back with them. On the way home I knew she was having real difficulty moving and when home we went to her room and she took her dress off. Not only were both her legs in braces but now the braces were attached to a solid corset type belt. Apparently this both restricted her hip movement but also made it near impossible for her to remove her braces. Shortly afterwards her family moved and we lost touch - I often wonder how it worked out, and regret I was not a better friend.