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Libro en Ingles My Left Foot Compress
Libro en Ingles My Left Foot Compress
It was his mother who saw that there was something wrong with the
baby. His head had a habit of falling backwards. His parents decided
to visit doctors. Everybody said it was a hopeless case. They
assured that nothing could be done for him.
His mother refused to accept that there wasn’t a cure and no hope
for his baby. She wanted to treat Christy the same as the others.
She loved him. That is why she was so successful.
Four years passed, and Christy couldn’t speak, sit without support
and speak. His other tried to teach Christy but he had no apparent
interest in anything.
CHAPTER 2: M-O-T-H-E-R
His mother started to teach Christy the whole alphabet. She was
determined to help Christy to communicate through the written word.
The first thing he learned to write was his initials: C.B. Afterwards
(he was nearby 6) he learned to write his full name, but he wanted to
do something else. Christy watched and listened his mother
attentively when she taught him.
He learned the alphabet and after a while, he began to know how to
put words together and form sentences. But it wasn’t as easy or as
simple as it sounds. Mother had many other children to care for.
Fortunately, she had a good helper in his sister Lily. She busied
herself looking after the others so that mother could spend more
time with Christy.
CHAPTER 3: HOME
Christy was seven and he began to play with other children with the
help of his brothers. They took him with an old go-cart (cotxet) which
they called “chariot”.
Christy had improved so much: he could sit up in the cart without
having any pillows behind his back to support him.
His brothers made food contest at home (who eat more bread and
butter without bursting). He couldn’t feed himself (alimentar-se) but
his parents did. His father was a bit tired and he left the house
saying: “I’ll be back when they are all in bed” (tornaré quan estiguin
tots al llit).
Christy went to the cinema every weekend with his brother Jim. He
went there on the back of his older brother. People looked at them,
but Jim said: “Get lost” (pierdete!). One day when they were at a
movie, some of his friends tried to get Christy to smoke. But when
they gave him the cigarette, Christy started to eat it. They didn’t give
him anymore.
Summer came and his brothers took Christy for walks in Dublin (lay
on the grass in a park, light a fire and make tea, telling stories, …).
People looked at Christy but he didn’t care. He was happy.
One day, Christy (with some of this brothers and friends) went in a
trip into the country beyond Dublin. They took sandwiches and milk.
One of the friends wanted to milk a cow (munyir una vaca). He tried
and the cow kicked him. In the evening, they were returning home
but they were hungry. They hadn’t got any food left. By the way, they
see a house with some fruit trees. They decided to catch some
pears and apples. Suddenly, they heard some footsteps. It was a
policeman (a cooper). They couldn’t escape and left Christy there.
So, they decided to hide the fruit under Christy’s cushion in the
old-cart. The policeman left, but the fruit was crushed (aplastada).
They returned home very tired and hungry. They couldn’t eat the
fruit.
One day, the go-cart broke down. Christy was lost without it. They
brothers couldn’t take him when they went out to play. His mother
said that they would get another cart when the father went back to
work. Everything was changed.
A few days later, Christy was playing in the garden. Suddenly, some
friends arrived and proposed to Christy’s brother to go fishing. It was
the first time that they left without Christy.
CHAPTER 5: KATRIONA DELAHUNT
Christy was ten. He couldn’t walk, speak, feed or dress himself.
Christy began to realize that he was different from others. He hated
mirrors. His mother noticed the change in Christy. He was always
sad.
At Christmas, Christy got a box of toy soldiers, but when he saw one
of his sisters’ paints, he get angry and jealous.
One day, he was in the kitchen with his mother. He took the box of
paints and started to paint with his left foot. He did very well. He
discovered another way to communicate with others, a new way to
talk with his left foot. His mother bought more paints, brushes,
drawing books and a pencil. He was painting all the time by himself.
He began to feel better.
Christy’s mother gave birth to her last child (twenty-two children) and
became very ill. She stayed in the hospital, and Christy was very
sad without his mother at home. He didn’t paint because he thought
that his mother seemed to go dead.
One day, a woman arrived at home. She was Miss Delahunt. She
was a student social worked from the hospital. His mother had told
her about Christy. She helped Christy to write a letter for her mother.
Next time that Miss Delahunt visited Christy, there was a big
surprise: his mother was improving and would be home soon. Since
then, Miss Delahunt was a good help for Christy.
When Christy was 16, he was angry with the world. Everybody said
it was marvellous to paint with toes, but Christy just wanted to be
normal. He never used his left foot in the presence of anybody.
One day, he had an idea: he decided to write stories. He wasn’t
happy but he was occupied.
When he was 17, Christy wanted friends, people of his own age to
go about with. One day, a calamity happened: Katriona had an
engagement ring on her finger. Christy was sad. She said to him that
she would still come to see him after she was married.
Katriona married some months later (she was now, Mrs. Maguire).
Christy went to the wedding with his mother (with a wheelchair).
Then, one day Dr. Collins came and told Christy that he had decided
to send him to London to see his sister-in-law, Mrs. Eirene Collins.
She was a specialist in cerebral palsy. So, Christy and his mother
went to London to see that doctor.
CHAPTER 9: FLYING VISIT
It was January 1949, the start of a new year. Christy’s life was
changed. Christy and his mother went to see Mrs. Collins in
Midddlesex Hospital. Doctor Warnants was also there to help them.
Christy was 18. Mrs. Collins asked Christy some questions. His
mother wanted to answer them, but the doctor said that Christy had
to tell himself. There was also another doctor, Mr. Gallagher. They
examined Christy. When the examination was over, Mrs. Collins
confirmed that Christy could be cured if he was prepared to work
very hard. It would be a big sacrifice: he must never use his left foot
again.
It would be a problem: his left foot had been the only way of
communicating with the outside world. Christy was scared but he
accepted. Mrs Collins explained that using his left foot was good for
him mentally but bad for him physically.
After about a week at the clinic, Christy was initiated into the
treatment. Christy hoped to get a job in the future.
The clinic was called Bull Alley Street. There were three rooms:
1. Treatment room: where children receive their exercises.
2. Schoolroom: the children who have never been able to attend
normal schools because of their “differences” are given an
ordinary primary education under a qualified teacher.
3. Playroom: Here the word play has a double meaning: children
are taught to develop proper hand and foot movements and to
correct wrong ones. While children are running happily, they
are constantly being observed.
Bernie was one of the first patients at the clinic. She was only two
years when she arrived. She improved a lot, and worked very hard.
Her greatest rival was Dorothy. They tried to do better than the other
at exercise. Dorothy was one of the worst cases to arrive at the
clinic, but she has improved so much.
Christy has also improved quite a lot within the last two years at the
clinic. He had be taught to relax (relax mind, muscles). Christy found
it very difficult. His new doctor was Mary O’Donnell and his
physiotherapist, Miss Barbara Allen.
Christy was learning to walk with special skis and make more use of
his hands. He spoke more and grunted less (this is due to the
therapist Dr. Patricia Sheehan).
Christy had to learn how to breathe properly and deeply. He had to
articulate words slowly and change his attitude. He had to win
self-confidence.
All the specialists were doing a great job. They used the spirit of
pride, not pity.