What Next? Why?

LAST September, at the time of my leg amputation, I had been a member of AA for two years and nine months. I was really a contented individual, having taken that moral inventory of myself and accepting the fact that I was an alcoholic and that I couldn't take a drink without drastic results, that was for sure. My mind was very clear on that point. I was aware of the danger of alcohol to my system and to my pattern of behavior, which, in the past, was nothing to brag about.