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20 years ago I came face to face with a monster! I was diagnosed with Miyoshi Myopathy, one of the many forms of Muscular Dystrophy. Little by little, that illness has fettered my life turning simple routine tasks into strenuous activities, basic needs into demanding efforts; not to mention the financial burdens such as, acquiring special equipment, special transportation, and special care! The desire to write this blog stems from the thought that sharing my encounters will prompt others to leave their comments or tell their own experiences and that by sharing our struggles we could find solutions. I firmly believe that it is important to lay bare the challenges a degenerative illness brings to those affected —as well as to their families. I have to let my readers know that English is my second language, which I love, but do not fully command, so I ask for your understanding in case of grammar errors that I might not be able to catch.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

BECOMING DISABLED



TAGS:muscular dystrophy, special transportation, ADA-accessible-transportation

The muscular dystrophy caused by Miyoshi Myopathy to my body, progressed year by year.   Some 6 years after been diagnosed with muscular dystrophy I could notice a big difference: It was hard for me to get up from sitting, I could not walk without my walker-rollator and I got tired easily.  I started thinking about giving up one of my jobs.

I also knew my days of being able to drive were coming to an end. I had to lift my leg with my hands in order to use the brakes. My husband kept telling me I should quit driving, but it was a hard pill for me to swallow because I knew that doing so, I was giving up my freedom to go places. Finally, the responsible part of my person helped me understand that if I kept driving I was endangering not only myself but other people as well, and I did not have the right to do so. So with pain in my heart I gave up my car's key.   

It was time for me to enroll in 'special transportation'.  

Many of my friends urged me to ask God to reverse my illness. I asked them to instead, help me pray for the miracle of finding a cure for Muscular Dystrophy because I think it is the children affected by MD who get their lives felled too early.

People used to tell me I was an inspiration, I did not understand why. I already lived life, had my beautiful children, even…, married twice! I was still able to do my home chores, I swept and mop the floors as usual, I cooked,  I did not have any problem taking showers, getting dressed, brushing my teeth. The thought of one day not being able to perform those normal tasks never crossed my mind.

At that time we lived in Miami, Florida. A dear friend of mine, a lady in her eighties told me about Special Transportation Services in Miami Dade, she even gave me their phone number. I called and asked them how I could get the service. They sent me an application. Soon after I send it back I was given an interview during which my photo was taken. Few days or weeks later I don't remember now, I received my member card.

STS provided me fantastic services at very low cost.  Unfortunately my husband and I decided to move to Georgia to a county that did not have that kind of services. This reduced my independence significantly. 

ARTICLES YOU MIGHT LIKE TO READ:

https://www.nadtc.org/news/blog/

https://www.thearc.org/what-we-do/public-policy/policy-issues/transportation

https://adata.org/factsheet/ADA-accessible-transportation

LOOKING BACK:

Maybe, I should have paid more attention to the special needs my illness was pushing me into.

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