Kris

Kris had his first day of Year 12 yesterday.  A big day for any kid.  He is really smart and quick witted and we know he will do well this year.  He is a “tough cookie” our Kris, and he consistently works hard against the odds, that are sometimes stacked up against him.  See although he is quite academic and achieves good results in the classroom, Kris’s body can sometimes make the going hard work.  Kris has Cerebral Palsy - moderate to severe Spastic Diplegia.  This results in him having limited mobility and poor balance.  He walks with two single sticks or uses a wheelchair for long distances.  It is difficult for us able bodied people to imagine getting from classroom to classroom under those conditions, and still have the energy for learning.

Kris almost needs a gold watch for his time spent with us at the Heartwell Foundation.  This is his 10th year of participation!  That even surprises me as I write it.  He started with us when he was a cute little nine year old.  Although he was small and seemingly frail, even back then you got a sense of his determination and drive to be successful at all things.  Over the years we have watched him grow tall and strong (and noticed last year he started to shave!)

Kris in full flight,
chasing down a ball.

An avid cricket follower Kris was here when a few years ago Shane Warne visited the Heartwell Foundation.  There was no way we could keep him away from that little opportunity.  Another happy memory is of Kris last year participating in his school cross country event.  In a display of absolute grit and courage he walked about 500 metres to the finish line.  What a champ!

Good luck at school this year Kris, you are a legend.



Kris (far left) meets Shane Warne along with some other Heartwell Foundation crew. 



My Friend "Wheels".

Amanda is her real name, but I often call her Wheels.  She is very special and over the years of knowing her, she has inveigled her way into my heart.

I first met Wheels in 1996 and she had just turned 13 years old. She had been involved in a motor vehicle accident when she was 10 year old.  At the time of the accident she had been the middle passenger in the back seat of the car.  She was wearing a lap seat belt (that is a seat belt without the strap that crosses the shoulder and upper chest).  On impact her little body was thrown forward with great force.  The seat belt literally separated her upper and lower body, resulting in permanent damage to her spinal cord.  From then on she was officially or medically know as a T10 Paraplegic.  She lost the function of her body parts below her Thoracic 10 vertebra. She could no longer walk.  She has been in a wheelchair ever since.

Amanda was referred to Heartwell by the Transport Accident Commission (TAC).  On the day I met her she was a tiny thing in a big chair.  She looked small and weak and didn’t appear to have the attitude that many 13 year olds can carry.  She had great big brown eyes that regarded us warily.  She was clearly thinking “what’s in store for me now and what am I doing here?” Along with “here we go again, another appointment my mother has dragged me to”.  To this day I believe it was our two Boxer dogs she spied outside the gym window, that really won her over.  Neither of us knew then that we would spend the next sixteen years as firm friends.

TAC originally sent Amanda to us for two main reasons.  She needed to increase her upper body strength so could more easily make all her daily transfers.  That is wheelchair to car to wheelchair, wheelchair to bed to wheelchair, wheelchair to commode to wheelchair , etc.  Secondly, prior to her accident, Amanda was a competitive swimmer.  She wanted the opportunity to return to swimming for recreational and fitness purposes.  And so began a regime that would inspire any athlete.  Three sessions a week of steadfast determination.

Twice a week we would work out in the gym, pushing weights and grinding the arm crank.  She would work hard, as hard as she could.  Progress was slow but she got stronger.  

Once a week we would hit the pool.  She would swim lap after lap for an hour.  She was fearless and determined and always worked to improve.  She appeared to not notice all the stares of the general public as she transfered from her wheelchair to the waterproof pool chair.  She would not look sideways as I quickly as possible wheeled her down the pool ramp into the water, were from the outside at least, her disability would disappear under the water.  I regularly needed to remind myself that she was only 13 years old.  Her composure was, and still is, incredible.

I have many stories to tell of my friend Wheels.  Keep up the fight for good health girlfriend!

All that smiling, not enough sweatin'!

Amanda at 15 years old in a ten kilometre Fun Run.