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That’s life<br />
with Narelle<br />
Narelle Taylor<br />
Anywhere with Colin<br />
Ros Harman, Super Navigator<br />
I haven’t always lived in a nursing home, neither have<br />
I always had to live with multiple sclerosis. I was quite<br />
normal and just before my diagnosis, I lived a robust, even<br />
adventurous life that I thought I would tell you about.<br />
It was 1982 and my husband Greg and I had built and<br />
launched the boat we planned to live on with our three<br />
children. We’d then been and visited both sets of the children’s<br />
grandparents. One set in Sydney, NSW and the other set in<br />
Kalgoorlie, WA and in doing so, we’d given the children a<br />
rushed familiarisation with mainstream Australia’s culture.<br />
We felt that because they’d spent most of their lives in<br />
eastern Arnhem Land in a remote mining community and<br />
had never seen things like a double-decker bus or an<br />
ice-skating rink we were obliged to broaden their horizons.<br />
We’d arranged distance education for them whilst on-board<br />
and had bought the latest technological devices for safety<br />
and labour-saving, whilst we’d be ‘under way’. Consequently,<br />
our suitcases were very heavy and bulging with our goodies<br />
and we flew into Darwin planning to get a connecting flight<br />
to our settlement, board our boat and then commence on<br />
the wonderful adventure we’d planned.<br />
We arrived in Darwin to find the town was full. There were<br />
‘Men At Work’ concerts and a Tax Agent’s Convention<br />
both happening in the same week. The town being so<br />
popular decidedly inconvenienced us. It was Darwin’s<br />
busiest weekend since cyclone Tracy. Lots of repairs to<br />
cyclone-damaged buildings had been done over the past<br />
few years but to be phoning around town for accommodation<br />
whilst waiting for vacancies on a plane out, was what we<br />
regarded as nightmarish.<br />
One morning, after failing once more to get on a flight, we’d<br />
secured, by phone, one night’s accommodation at a motel<br />
just around the corner. We decided to walk. The streets<br />
seemed to be crowded; Greg and I each carried a heavy,<br />
bulging, suitcase. Greg carried two actually, but neither of<br />
us said anything. We both knew things were bad enough<br />
without embroidering our circumstance by grizzling.<br />
I was tempted to groan though in the sub-tropical heat,<br />
the dense pedestrian traffic, the suitcases that were so<br />
heavy and three children to keep an eye on. That we’d<br />
be able to navigate our boat by satellite, because of what<br />
we’d just bought, but that technology had not advanced<br />
sufficiently to put wheels on our suitcases, is curious today,<br />
but was at the time, very uncomfortable. I really felt like<br />
groaning. We made it to the motel.<br />
The motel certainly appeared to be good enough. It would<br />
keep weather out. Mercifully, it was air-conditioned, and<br />
although we had said ‘yes’ to the motel management’s offer<br />
to put all the beds we needed into our one room it sure<br />
looked déclassé when we entered the room.<br />
Eventually the girls wanted to swim. We hoped the swimming<br />
pool would cool us down and brighten our moods. Poised at<br />
the water’s edge, one child screamed, wailed like a Sicilian<br />
widow and staggered backwards away from the pool. Within<br />
seconds her sister did the same and of course, so did their<br />
youngest sister. Floating in the pool was something so germy<br />
and horrible that we, the parents, weren’t going to get wet<br />
either. We returned to our cramped room.<br />
The girls had had a really memorable experience and<br />
perhaps it was that they’d never forget it that made any<br />
talking unnecessary. It was very quiet. Eventually, Greg<br />
stood, changed into a clean shirt, one with a collar (that<br />
meant something serious), kissed me on the cheek and said<br />
he’d be back in a few hours.<br />
He left. We waited. He came back. He’d bought a car.<br />
We’d drive out of Darwin, down to Katherine and then across<br />
Arnhem Land and then we’d be home. There were no roads<br />
into Gove in those days so the trip after Katherine was going<br />
to be on bush tracks; the occasional creek/river crossing,<br />
buffalo herds, brumby packs and kangaroos everywhere.<br />
We planned to sleep in the vehicle (a LWB Toyota Land<br />
Cruiser), and avoid any heroics with snakes or migratory<br />
crocodiles. We’d bought tinned fruit, a can opener, toilet paper<br />
(bio-degradable), spoons, water in huge flagons and we had a<br />
compass and a map that didn’t look all that thorough.<br />
Three days of driving and we were back home, able to see<br />
our boat, above water, and also the bloke who had said to<br />
Greg on the phone in Darwin that he’d buy the car.<br />
We got on-board and unloaded the suitcases at last. We<br />
spent a few days in Melville Bay where we fine-tuned the<br />
new contraptions we’d bought and ventured out to do ‘seatrials’<br />
before we headed away.<br />
After each day on the water, doing sea-trials etc., we’d walk up<br />
the beach to the boat club and I would be unsteady on my feet<br />
because of what I thought was some ‘sea-leg’ thing. It was years<br />
before I had my unsteadiness investigated and MS diagnosed.<br />
Prior to my diagnosis, I was having great fun doing such<br />
interesting things and even now, I find my diagnosis no<br />
reason for doing things of less interest and no reason to<br />
have less fun.<br />
I held out for as long as I could. All around me I saw people<br />
succumbing to the pressures of advertising and peer<br />
pressure, but I was determined to stay strong. I would not<br />
buy a Navigator for my car! No, not even if sometimes I did<br />
end up lost and bewildered up blind alleys, meandering<br />
through unknown suburbs, having to stop, often on the side<br />
of roads, to pour over my ancient street directory.<br />
Then one day an old school friend, coincidentally the same<br />
age as me, fervently pointed out that difficulties with<br />
directions were nothing to do with age or hormones.<br />
“I blame urban growth,” she said, so I decided I would too,<br />
and I bought a GPS Navigator.<br />
My Navigator has transformed my life. I love the fact that I<br />
am able to choose a voice for it, so I picked one that sounds<br />
like Colin Firth. When I’m driving and the voice says – “In<br />
500 metres at the roundabout take the second exit”. I smile<br />
dreamily as I remember that scene from Pride and Prejudice<br />
where Colin Firth comes striding out of the lake all damp and<br />
masculine in his wet shirt. I’m so much more relaxed driving<br />
now with Colin in the car. Sometimes I even take a long drive<br />
just to spend some quality time with him.<br />
I took a long drive with Colin the other day and went to visit<br />
my niece. She is the first of her generation in my family<br />
to have children of her own, and I have discovered that I<br />
love being Great Aunty Ros, or Grunty Ros as they call me.<br />
My Great Niece (Griece?) at two and a half has recently<br />
discovered a new word and manages to use it in every<br />
sentence. “Akshully (actually) me don’t want soup,” she said<br />
very firmly today, stomping her feet to make sure we knew<br />
she meant it. “Me want cake for lunch akshully.”<br />
Her brother, at four and a half, is a passionate devotee of<br />
superheros and invited me to look at his Spiderman T-shirt<br />
and shorts in great detail. He hates to take them off, much<br />
to his mother’s despair. She has managed to buy all the<br />
Spiderman material available in Spotlight so she can make<br />
multiple outfits. The little hero also taught me how to hold<br />
my fingers so they shoot webs out and catch the baddies.<br />
I’m sure I will find that very useful.<br />
Both children are fascinated by my wheelchair and spent<br />
considerable time examining the brakes. Spiderman very<br />
helpfully pushed me around the house and showed me his<br />
toys. We had a little itsy bitsy problem when I decided to go<br />
down a step to see the new trampoline, resulting with me<br />
lying on my back with my legs in the air. It didn’t hurt very<br />
much and he tried very hard to help me up, but in the end he<br />
used his supersonic voice to call his mum who came faster<br />
than a speeding bullet to save the day.<br />
I think super powers run in the family. I wonder what mine<br />
could be. I’ve thought about leaping tall buildings in a single<br />
bound but I don’t really have a head for heights. X-ray<br />
vision would be useful these days; I could save a packet of<br />
money on medical bills. I quite like Wonder Woman’s outfit,<br />
especially her red boots. Every woman craves red boots.<br />
I’m a bit of a romantic, but living with MS has taught<br />
me I also need realism. I think perhaps I might become<br />
The Intrepid Ros, Super Navigator - able to go anywhere<br />
“akshully”, with Colin.<br />
24 <strong>Spring</strong> 20<strong>16</strong> The MS Society of South Australia & Northern Territory The MS Society of South Australia & Northern Territory <strong>Spring</strong> 20<strong>16</strong> 25