Hi
My first post. I was diagnosed with cerebellar ataxia in February. I count myself as being fortunate that I was 77 years old and lets face it, its a lucky soul who hasn't got some ailment by that age and learning my condition could have affected me decades earlier. My legs, speech and handwriting are affected. But come July, I fell breaking my foot. My husband and I had just got a beautiful puppy weeks earlier. I got out of hospital and 10 days later my husband suddenly passed away. Friends and family rallied around and I felt I was coping as best I could. I don't get out and about but light housework easy meals and personal care is no worry. I have folks who will walk pup and although she can be a little devil, she is a great comfort and stops me being self absorbed. Up to now, support from various agencies has been super but this week I had visit from a "boss" who decided it would be better to rip part of home apart, poo pooed what previous experts had suggested, wanted to block access (the fire brigade who also visited were aghast). I was humiliated by her attitude, made to feel helpless with no hope. Up to now I have been pragmatic and positive but I cried every morning until I finally thankfully got angry. I have alternative plans which she didn't even give me a chance to propose. Anyway I will be quite happy to tell her I don't want to ask the local authority to spend thousands on my house. My family and I will decide. I'm not ignorant of future prospects and not ungrateful for proposed help. But surely I can still be the arbiter of life with ataxia.