I entered through the hospital doors and walked about 30 feet before becoming completely out of breath. I had a split second of panic before I remembered the heavy backpack I was wearing. I called my mom, who was ahead of me. She turned back and took my backpack from me so that I could walk the remaining 100 feet to admissions.
My two-week admission turned into three weeks, and then four. Finally, I was discharged. That stay revealed many scary realities and limitations on my future. My lung function fell to its lowest ever as I endured my longest hospital stay. I also had an eye-opening revelation about my disease.
I had a lot of time to reflect during that prolonged stay. The experience of being unable to carry my backpack ran through my mind. Then, I recalled strategically packing my backpack for school to make sure I could walk across the campus to class.
That thought sparked a childhood memory of bringing our family dog to the local farmers market. He wore packs, which my mom made and trained him to wear, to carry our produce. I started searching the internet for advice on how to train a dog to carry a backpack. Articles kept popping up about mobility service dogs. The idea intrigued me, but I decided that it was an expensive pipe dream.
The following year, I welcomed a puppy into my home. His sweet and obedient nature led me to revisit the idea of a service dog. I discovered the option of owner training. What I found through my initial research was daunting.
I brought up the idea with my cystic fibrosis care team, who was on board. Then, I spoke with a couple of local trainers and received a referral to a private trainer. She guided me while I trained my dog and helped me to bridge the gap presented by my physical limitations.
To make a long story short, my pet dog was unsuitable for service work. My true match was a puppy bred for service work through a wonderful program called Heritage Service Dogs. I feel incredibly grateful for the journey that has brought me to this point in my independence and empowered me in my healthcare.
Besides, I find it much easier to ask for help from a cute, fluffy boy that is continually asking what he can do for me rather than request assistance from a fellow human.
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