From lifting to hoisting

My mother for years used to lift me from my wheelchair to bed and other places. It used to put quite a strain on mum and me.

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....My mother lifted me into bed and I quickly fell asleep; having enjoyed my wonderful day in London...

At about ten years old we had ceiling hoists put in, they were and are awesome for lifting and a whole lot safer when used properly. I couldn't recommend them enough to make life so much easier!

Read about some of the other labour saving devices in my life in my book DMD LIFE ART & ME, buy the ebook and paperback version here; http://duchennemen.net16.net/Buy-my-book-s/


Foreword

I’m Ian Griffiths from South Wales. This book is a story of my life so far up to the age of twenty five years. I live with and suffer from the ill effects of DMD which stands for Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. It is a severe muscle wasting disease and a life limiting terminal illness. It won’t kill you in six months in the traditional sense of ‘terminal’, but it’s far crueller than that, it steals every muscle in your body first and then kills you, anywhere up to the age of thirty. There have been cases of men living past that into their forties and fifties but only with drastic interventions such as ventilators and tracheotomies, more on this can be found by reading on.
I hope to cover a few things in this book, from a history of my childhood years to a more detailed history from sixteen years onwards and finally onto my current problems and triumphs. At times things I write may make you smile or may make you pause and think about the seriousness of life with this devastating disease. I really hope there will be a cure but currently for us supposedly ‘older’ guys with DMD (over twenty one), there seems very little hope. If I don’t see a cure in my lifetime, I hope my campaigning helps in some way bring it about for future generations, so another child won’t have to see their body wither and die before their time.