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Irony and Assistance 

I have always said that as a dyslexic writer I am proof that God has a sense of irony. I was reminded of this last week when my nephew, Hamish, decided it was time to come into the world, This was on the same day that our family said our final goodbyes to my mum, following a long battle with cancer.  In the same week I received a text message from my dad saying, “I am in hospital. Don’t worry I have had a TIA (transient ischemic attack) and am waiting to see the stroke bloke. I feel as fit as a fiddle now though.”

That text sent about a gallon of ice-water down my spine and into my scull and I felt as though my brain had frozen in some kind of ultimate brain freeze. The past 12 months have been a great life lesson in the different workings of the male and female brain. I cannot for example think of a scenario where my mum would have broken such worrying news via text, then spend the following two hours being incommunicado by any modern means at my disposal. My local hospital is something of a grave yard when it comes to phone signal, so is my brother’s house but we will get to that later.
The TIA has meant that my dad is now unable to drive, to put this in context he lives in a comparatively rural area some 5 miles away from me and just for the record, I cannot drive either. I have not inconsiderable levels of support need, usually serviced by my dad arriving at intervals in his trusty Volvo to clean the house, change my bedding and take the ironing away to be done. The absence of motorised transportation has made life very interesting. My dad, the avid walker and adventurer, has now taken to to donning a rucksack filled with ironing to be done and taking it home.
This time last week we decided that we would go and see our new arrival, train tickets were duly booked as was the necessary boarding assistance for the rail travel. We turned up at our local station where I was greeted warmly. I do rail travel quite a lot and the station staff know me quite well; a definite advantage when travelling with a disability and normally alone. This was going to be a relative treat as I had my own onboard, physically able assistant.
We arrived at my brother’s house to discover that the camping bench he had ordered as an improvised shower seat had failed to arrive. Apparently for some unknown reason it had not yet despatched though we were assured that it would definitely arrive the next day. I could not get irate about the absence as I was too excited to meet Hamish.
When I met him, he was perfect. After this we went back to my brother’s newly finished house, a converted water-mill. Bedrooms were on the 2nd floor, the ground floor accessible rooms still have work to be completed so it was down to being carried up and down stairs by my younger sibling. I made him go a bit red in the face, so reverted to the soft-bum shuffle ably assisted by Pumba, the family Springer Spaniel. When I was at the bottom of the stairs I discovered that I had no mobile phone signal in order summon assistance to bring my wheelchair downstairs. Shouting was pointless as my father is hard of hearing. I hit on what I thought was a splendid idea and told Pumba to, “Go and fetch Grandad.” She dutifully obeyed. However, Grandad didn’t take the cue and thought Pumba had just come to play.
This led me to think about assistance dogs, and whether it was time for me to have one. I realised how useful it would be and it was comforting that Pumba would not leave me alone and sat by me until my dad finally came. Very reassuring. I began thinking about this instinctive bond between man and canine and discovered the idea of using dogs in this manner wasn’t new. The most well known use is as guide dogs for blind people which was first tried in Paris in 1780 when Josef Riesinger trained his Spitz to guide him. Johann Klein, from the Bling Institute in Vienna, mentioned guide dogs in his books of 1819 and the first guide dog school was opened in Oldenburg, Germany in 1916 to train dogs to assist war veterans.

Pumba providing encuragemeant half way down
I have one friend with a Canine Partners’ Dog. Canine Partners are a charity that provide assistance dogs for people with disabilities. Faye has found Odile a massive positive in her life, giving her confidence,companionship and physical assistance with tasks like getting the TV remote.

Faye and Odile
From my point of view I have always found dogs to be far more perceptive than humans, seeming instinctively to know when you are sad, distressed or happy; they are not self-conscious and will quite naturally come up to you and nuzzle you as if to say, “I am here, you are not alone.”

 

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