A wonderful woman in this group suggested I check you out and she feels some of my story/information would be interesting, and perhaps even helpful. I won't do it all in one post, as I have a tendency to make s short story long. Sorry. I've tried to save it, but if I can say it in ten words rather than one, it just seems to come out better.

First off I was misdiagnosed for 30 years, 30 years of hell, as I'm sure many of you can identify. Even at that, the diagnosis was 'incomplete' as I was never told about the mutiple symptoms, though I had them all, nor was I ever put on meds. I was told simply to listen to my body and sleep whenever it told me to. So for years I went untreated.

They say narcolepsy is not progressive. I take exception to that. I agree that once our brain has destroyed the hypocretin, the deed has been done. It cannot wipe out any more hypocretin, so in that respect, there is no regression.

But as many of you already know, it does indeed progress, do to environment, the state of our health otherwise, the acceptance or scorn we receive by family/friends/doctors/ and the community. If it's been a long hard road getting to the right diagnosis, you have racked up years of accumulating labels such as being lazy, being a malingerer, an attention seeker, a hypochondriac, not having enough faith, not praying enough.

Then to add insult to injury, the medical communities gave you labels such as bi-polar, schoziphrenic, having multiple sclerosis, myasthenis gravis, and an entire list of wrong diagnoses. The psychiatric diagnoses are particularly troubling because family and friends don't forget those. Even when you get correctly diagnosed. Many of us are on anti-depressants and other psych meds, and let's face it, when your PCP or another doctor sees those meds on your chart, they immediately form an opinion of you, subconsciously or not. Your credibility is questioned. Heck, you question yourself.

In another post I will write about the hell I went through for decades due to an undereducated medical community and dare I say, outright abuse, by doctors and nurses. Not all experiences have been bad, but some were horrendous and have left emotional scars.

I'm probably old enough to be mom to many of you. In fact I am not only a grandma (a young one), my nineteen year old granddaughter is now married and has 2 babies, and yes, that would make me . . . oh, how do I say this, a great grandma. It's not bad being a great grandma, but being the mother of a grandpa is a little daunting.

However, in this post I want to share with you one of my passions. I have a service dog for mostly my cataplexy. I live alone, and having C attacks when alone produced a tremendous amount of anxiety. As it did when I went out. The fear of having a C attack in public, alone, amongst strangers, was enough to make me isolate.

I have written an article about pwn's and service dogs. It's not the right choice for many of you, but there may be a few out there who will want to consider it. Please know that Olivia, my service dog, cannot predict a C attack like dogs predict seizures. Seizure alert dogs pick up on the electrical changes in their owners brain before the actual seizure hits, thus being able to tug on them to give them a warning.

We do not give out any such changes in brain activity. However, if you have a consistent trigger, such as laughter, I can see where a service dog will learn that whenever you laugh, you will collapse, and in that way, may rush to your side to warn you. However, it is not something you can teach them. It is by instinct.

You will read in my story that what my dog brings to me is much needed comfort, because the anxiety I felt during a C attack (and mine have last an hour and a half), can actually prolong the attack.

Here is my story. My passion has become helping others decide if a service dog is right for them, and then we explore the various ways to obtain a service dog, often at little or no cost to the recipient if your financial circumstances are such that you cannot afford a dog with a $20,000 price tag.

Please, let me know if you feel this story has been helpful and if perhaps I can help you decide if this is something that would benefit you.

You may want to grab yourself a Pepsi and a snack. It's gonna take a while:

MY LIFE WITH A SERVICE DOG
Like many narcoleptics, my Excessive Daytime Sleepiness became problematic when I was 15. Doctors hospitalized me then and again at age 16 to ferret out the reason for my intense need to sleep. The doctors were clueless, and simply told me to ease back on my load at school. Like the oceans tides, my narcolepsy ebbed and flowed in the beginning years. I married and had 3 sons. At times it greatly affected my parenting skills and life in general. Other times I was what I considered my usual spunky, energetic , happy go lucky self.

As the years progressed, so did the narcolepsy. I was misdiagnosed with more ailments than I can even remember, and made visits to one specialist after another. At the age of 45, I was finally diagnosed correctly.

With my boys grown and living far away from home, I was alone to deal with this constant sleepiness. It became difficult to get out and do what everyone else did on a daily basis. I had once been the VP of a marketing firm. Now I was lucky if I could do basic household chores, or even leave my house to shop for groceries.

The possibility of a C attack in public when I was all alone, created anxiety. Initially my attacks lasted only minutes. Now I can be completely paralyzed as long as 20-30 min. I became housebound, almost agoraphobic. Friends fell by the wayside. I had been very active in my church, but my ability to participate became problematic. Finally, getting up and getting appropriately dressed for church (pajamas or sweats werent considered acceptable), and driving to get to church by 9am on Sunday mornings became impossible. Out of their ignorance, many in my church family made assumptions, passed judgment, told me I wasnt praying hard enough and had fallen down on my faith or Id be healed. I was deemed unworthy. My world was shrinking, and loneliness, depression and anxiety became full-time companions.

After losing a son and my father to suicide, I knew I was high risk. I didnt want to die, but I didnt want to live like this either. Late evenings were the worst times for me. Some evenings were so bad, that I called Empact, a suicide hotline. Being able to talk with someone helped me get myself off to bed to survive another day

One evening an Empact phone counselor was concerned enough that she sent a team to my house. A man and a woman arrived to see what they could do to help me deal with the utter hopelessness and anxiety I felt. We talked about the isolation brought on by narcolepsy and cataplexy and the toll it was taking on me. Fate stepped in that night as the gentleman of the team once worked at Barrows Neurological Institute and was well versed on N and C. He suggested I might benefit from having a service dog.

A service dog could help with my anxiety about having a C attack in public as well as easing the feeling of loneliness. Even having those lengthy C attacks at home left me feeling very alone and anxious. A service dog could provide much needed comfort. In public the service dog would readily identify me as having a medical condition. She would wear a laminated card on her vest explaining what was happening to me should I collapse.

I gave it much thought. Could a dog relieve my anxiety and help with my oppressive depression? I had been feeling so alone. Perhaps a service dog was the answer to a prayer.

There was a problem, however. Service dogs came with a hefty price tag. After some investigating I learned there are many ways to get a certified service dog. With a price tag of several thousand dollars, I was relieved to discover there are some organizations that provide dogs at no cost to the recipient. These dogs are sponsored by generous donations from large corporations as well as philanthropic individuals who understood the important role service dogs play. I settled on an organization that fit my needs, filled out an application on line that I could print out and send in immediately, and more importantly, there would be no cost to me for a dog, who incidentally I would later find out, cost $16,000!

The application process was lengthy, requiring a lot of thought, but not difficult. I needed to include letters one from a professional (such as a counselor) and one from a friend. There was a page for my doctor to fill out. In January of 2002 I mailed in my completed packet. In just 4 months I learned that in the following January I would fly to Atlanta to receive my dog and attend a 2 week training course! Hopefulness traded places with hopelessness.

There were 18 dogs and 14 recipients at my training camp. I was quite sure I would love every one of those dogs. How could I settle on just one? Each recipient worked with every dog several times to see if we felt a rapport with any dogs in particular. Surprisingly there were differences in how the dogs related to each of us. We had to make a list of 3 dogs that we felt could be a good fit for us. Olivia was at the top of my list. Apparently the staff felt we were a good match too, and I was awarded the dog that my heart told me should be mine.

During the 2 weeks at camp, we learned how to handle our dogs. We practiced being in public by making trips to WalMart, the mall, and several restaurants. At 18 months old, the dogs are fully trained. Now we had to be trained and learn the 80+ commands that each dog already knew well. Our class of 14 formed close bonds. I could see miracles unfolding even in those 2 weeks with people and how already their lives were changing because they now had their service dogs.

I learned the importance of maintaining the Alpha position in our little pack for Olivia to be as effective as possible as a service dog. She is not my pet and I dont treat her like one (she IS, however, my best friend). I heap lots of love on her. She can receive commands only from me. Only I can feed her, give her treats, give her water and I am the only one who can pile on the love. This reinforces her loyalty to me. She must receive permission from me to be petted, because while it might be tempting to let others interact with my dog, her job is to stay focused on me.

Positive reinforcement, using correction when necessary and not punishment, is the proper way to handle our dogs. Your goal is to have the dog respect you and want to please you, not obey you out of fear. Consistency is paramount.

I learned there was an added benefit to having a service dog. There are responsibilities. This meant that I no longer could think just about me, my sleepiness, my loneliness, my anxiety and depression. I was responsible for this beautiful dog. Ive had days that were just horribly filled with depression, but being so closely bonded, Olivia picked up on that. That is enough to make me fake it til I make it because keeping Olivia happy is important to me.

Having the responsibility of caring for your service dog helps to get your mind off your own limitations. You might not feel up to going for a walk, but youll get out and do it for your dog. The unconditional love and the fact that your dogs job is to take care of you and you of him, takes the constant focus of your disability off of yourself.

Many organizations train their dogs for multiple kinds of disabilities and at training camp, your dogs trainer can help tailor your dogs skills to your specific needs. What your dog does for you depends on your particular needs. For instance, its not unusual for a PWN to have fibromyalgia, and if that is the case, your dog can be fitted with a harness to give you stability when walking.

It would not be dramatic to say Olivia has saved my life. Without her these past 6 years, there may have come an evening when I would give up and not have reached out to the suicide hot line.

Interestingly, since I have had Olivia, while I have had C attacks in public, I have been fortunate enough to have been with a friend. I have not had one C attack where I was alone when I collapsed. Perhaps she has brought me good luck.

During a C attack at home, Olivia lies by my side, oftentimes licking every available inch of skin she can find, as if she is either trying to wake me up or soothe me, Im not sure which. Dogs cannot predict C attacks like they can predict seizures, as PWNs do not give off electrical changes in their brain preceding an attack. However, it is entirely possible your dog may come to recognize your triggers and hurry to your side before youve hit the floor.

Incidentally, I learned my dog came with additional benefits. Should I have any hypnogogic hallucinations, if I see that she is sleeping soundly next to me, its a good indication that the alien in my bedroom is a figment of my narcoleptic mind. She is also my own personal GPS service.

We were on a walk when I was overcome by sleepiness. I struggled to keep my eyes open, until finally I couldnt anymore. Olivia and I have been together a long time, so she knows the streets around here well, and in our walks, we dont stray terribly far from home. We were still 2 blocks from home, but I felt confident that Olivia could get me home. I simply gave her the command to Go home (our own personal command) and I closed my eyes and relied on her.

She kept to the sidewalk, not stopping to sniff like she would usually do, and when we reached our street, she turned in and headed for our house, which is in the far corner of the big square cul de sac we live in. I did, every little bit, open one eye a tiny bit to check on our progress, but it went of without a hitch. She headed straight for our house.

On another walk, I went into a narcoleptic fog and became confused. I passed up our street, though I hadnt realized it. Olivia pulled and tugged to get me to turn down our street, and I had no idea what had gotten into her. I forced her to continue on with me and we turned down what amounted to the wrong street. I looked around and realized nothing looked familiar. I simply stood there, not sure what was going on, being in such a fog. By chance I turned around and spotted the street sign and saw we had gone one block too far. Only then did I realize that Olivia was doing her darnedest to get me to turn down the right street on the previous block.

Our bond is strong, and neither of us does well if weve been separated. She recently had extensive oral surgery and I dont know which one of us had the harder time being apart. I was there when she awakened from the anesthetic and they put me in a room where I was sitting on the floor when they brought Olivia in. She made a beeline for me, plopped down, lay her head on my leg, and promptly closed her eyes. We had an incredible vet and we were allowed to stay in that room together for the 2 hours she needed to recuperate before she was allowed to come home.

I now help other narcoleptics decide if a service dog is right for them, and provide them with information on the various ways of obtaining one, whether it be through a non-profit organization that provides dogs at no cost to the recipient, or by seeking a private certified trainer and finding the right dog for you. Right now I have 5 folks on waiting lists to receive their dogs that are going through non-profit organizations. My short wait was unusual. If going through an organization, you must be prepared to wait, sometimes as long as a few years. Each situation is different.

Does a service dog sound like something you are considering? If so, here are some things to think about:

What are your expectations of the dog? Are they realistic? One woman who contacted me wanted what amounted to a seeing eye dog/service dog/mind reading dog. As she called one organization after another, she realized she was expecting too much.

Maintaining proper training to assure your dog is well behaved is of the utmost importance. Service dogs are allowed just about everywhere with the exception of an operating room or a delivery room. Not only am I strict about being the alpha, we work on many skills every day that I really dont need her to do. She opens and closes doors, flips light switches off and on, picks up dropped items, brings the phone to me, and pushes the button on an elevator with her nose. And one of her favorite things is to get the newspaper from the driveway and bring it in. She is happiest doing what shes been trained to do.

Regular vet check ups and shots are necessary to maintain good health. Proper, good quality food is important. Regular exercise is necessary to keep weight down and ward off things like arthritis.

Since a service dog goes everywhere with its owner, its important that you never leave the house without a supply of plastic bags to clean up after your dog. If you leave your dogs droppings for someone to step in or someone else to clean up, service dogs may stop being welcome everywhere.

Service dogs must be well groomed. No one wants a dirty, smelly dog walking through the grocery store. Plan on regular trips to the groomer, or bathing your dog yourself. If youve had bad experiences bathing a dog in the past, service dogs are different. They are used to baths, though not necessarily in love with them. Olivia tolerates her bath, but looks forward to being blown dry and brushed.

Many of us are on disability, so you must take into account the costs you will incur on a day to day basis. There are a limited number of organizations that will help defray those costs if you are truly in need. However, you can be proactive and contact groomers to see if they would be willing to greatly reduce their fee or even groom your dog for free. I found the groomers at one Petco were happy to groom Olivia on the days when they werent busy. Contacting area vets to ask for discounts is a good idea as well. My vet discounts everything 10% and oftentimes throws in some things for free. However, Olivia just had 2 root canals and an extraction, and needed to see a specialist in veterinary dentistry. We were very blessed to be referred to a world renowned specialist who, in fact, does all the dental work for the Phoenix Zoo. He was happy to offer a 50% discount.

Obviously providing your dog with lots of love and attention isnt difficult, but it is important. A service dog is not someone you leave home whenever you feel like it. There may be occasional reasons you cant have your dog with you, but in my case, wherever I go, Olivia is right beside me. When having surgery, she stayed with me in pre-op, and only when they rolled me into the OR, did she have to sit with a friend in the waiting room. When I awakened in recovery, they brought Olivia in to me. She stayed in my hospital room, and we often shared that teeny hospital bed. The up side is that I received a lot of extra attention because staff always wanted an excuse to come see the dog. They even took turns taking her out to potty if I didnt have a friend visiting.

The downside for those of us who dont look disabled is how we are perceived. Many people assume Im training her and ask lots of questions. When I explain that she is, in fact, MY service dog, I have to be prepared for all kinds of reactions. Many people simply accept that shes my dog and say how wonderful, but there are many who want to know just what exactly is wrong with me. (Ive learned to simply ask them why they want to know, or that I dont discuss my medical condition with strangers. I dont owe anyone an explanation.)

Ive been told Im mean not to allow her to be petted. Ive had people assume that Im blind even when they just saw me pull into a parking space, and get out of the drivers side of my car! The next time someone asks me if Im blind even though they just saw me parking my car, Im going to tell them, that yes, I am blind. My dog is actually driving from the back seat. I only sit in the front drivers seat so as not to draw attention to us.

Each person develops their own style in how to handle a curious, often uneducated and sometimes rude public. I always keep in mind that oftentimes Olivia and I are someones first encounter with a service dog team. We could be responsible for someones lasting impression, so I find myself biting my tongue a lot.

Dealing with the public is constant and just getting through the grocery store can take longer. Its a small price to pay, though, for something as precious as your service dog. On the positive side, it often makes a trip to the store more enjoyable because it almost becomes a social outing, if youre so inclined to stop and talk with folks. One thing is certain. If you have stores you go to regularly, the employees actually look forward to seeing the two of you. Most people dont know my name, but when I go to our grocery store or the neighborhood Walgreens, I hear a lot of, Olivias here! or Here comes our favorite customer, Olivia!

If you are so inclined, you can use the opportunities that come your way from curious people to educate them on the role service dogs play in the community and that not all disabilities are obvious.

For the first few years I gave many demonstrations in classrooms, teaching children the role of service dogs, demonstrating some of her skills, and explaining service dog etiquette, such as you never pet a working dog, nor should you even talk to it. You should always address your questions to the owner. As my energy level continues to drop, I no longer give demos. However I have spoken at two Narcolepsy Network conferences to let narcoleptics know that having a service dog may be beneficial to them.

If you think you could benefit from having a service dog, there are several ways of obtaining one. There are many organizations to choose from. Some charge for their dogs, some provide sponsored dogs free of charge to the recipient, and some provide dogs at a reduced rate with sponsors helping with the cost. There is also an organization whose function is to try to find sponsors that will help with the costs of getting a service dog.

When dealing with a service dog organization, you must be prepared to attend a 2 week training class, as you need to be trained as well. Working with a service dog is much different than giving your pet commands.

There are individual certified trainers who will find a good dog for you and train it specifically for your needs. You need to do your homework because anyone can call themselves a trainer. And dogs must pass the tests to become certified.

There are trainers who will take your own dog, if they deem it truly trainable and turn it into a service dog. The problem with this is many people believe their dogs are so smart and so well behaved, they dont realize that training a dog for service goes beyond a well behaved pet. Also, if its been your pet, it will need to unlearn many behaviors, as will you.

If you have any questions, Im always available to answer them or find someone who can. I keep a list of organizations that have good reputations. We can find something that is a good fit for you.

Be aware that if you get a blond Golden Retriever or a yellow Lab (the 2 most popular breeds for service), you may want to invest in a lot of khaki colored clothes. A red Golden Retriever may call for brown clothes, and a black Lab, well, obviously a lot of black would be in order. Dont have the money for a new wardrobe? Those roller lint brushes work great.

Well, I warned you this was long, but informative to say the least. I hope you've enjoyed this, and you may want to give this some consideration.

You can reach me at paws4pwns@qwest.net. Now, if youll excuse me, Olivia believes Ive spent enough time at the keyboard and is in need from some lovin' from her Mama. Seems these days the cats don't know their place and barge in on my time no matter what I'm doing. Cats have no manners whatsoever.