When I can’t remember how many times I’ve been in the hospital I count the scars on the insides of my arms. They’re almost like a map and with each one I can remember vividly the PICC line being placed. Which, in a lot of ways, makes me lucky because so many people with CF can no longer count the scars on their arms, or count on two hands the number of times they’ve been admitted into the hospital, because there have been too many. There are two scars that are darker than the rest because they’re the most recent. In May and June I spent almost four weeks in the hospital on IV medications from pneumonia.
There are some things I’ve learned to let go of while in the hospital. Like the food never coming at the right time, or having someone always asking for a “finger stick” (AKA checking your blood sugar), and as much as you think you’ll get a lot of reading done, you never do. There is a constant parade of people coming in and out, always asking you for something or asking if you need anything. You get used to it though, and learn to accept that the situation is what it is and that you have to just let it go. However, one thing I’m not willing to compromise on is using a wheelchair.
When I’m in the hospital there are times when I need to have tests done, like x-rays, lung function tests, blood work, etc. And every time, about five or ten minutes before the appointment, someone shows up with a wheelchair and a clipboard and tells me they’re going to bring me to my appointment. And then the debate begins. I tell them I am perfectly fine to walk and they point to something on their clipboard that says they have to bring me in a wheelchair. Then we go back and forth until they go and speak with a nurse or their supervisor and they get the okay to let me walk on my own. However, they end up having to walk next to me to the appointment with the empty wheelchair, which just adds to the awkwardness of the situation. It seems to me that people with (or without) CF, who are physically able to walk, should be encouraged to do so. I have seen (and experienced) firsthand the incredible benefits that exercise provides for people with CF. This is exactly why the CFLF exists; to encourage people to get as much exercise as possible. It’s also known that laying in bed or being inactive for days at a time is not good for anybody’s health, physically or mentally. Then why am I being told I have to ride in a wheelchair?
I remember a few times as a kid when, for whatever reason, I had access to a wheelchair and wheeled myself or got wheeled around, for fun. Which it was. But I didn’t think then about how un-fun it was when you didn’t have the choice of getting up and walking away. It’s a whole other story when it’s something you have to do, when it’s your life, and you aren’t given the choice of how you get from place to place. It’s not the notion of sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed by someone that is hard for me exactly, it’s that people are telling me I can’t do something, when I know I can. There are things in life that I already can’t do, like skipping treatments, or stopping taking my pills, or going a whole day without coughing, but walking isn’t one of them. And for now I want to hold onto that small privilege.
I know there may come a time when I don’t refuse the wheelchair because I know I need it, or because I just don’t have the energy to refuse it. There may even come a time when I’ll ask for one. But right now is not that time, so I’m going to continue to walk even if that means fighting it every time. Because at least I still can.
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Erin Evans is 31 years old and lives in Vermont. She was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis around the age of 1. She has worked with the Cystic Fibrosis Lifestyle Foundation for 7 years as the program coordinator. You can contact her at erin@cflf.org
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