How Pets Benefit Pulmonary Fibrosis Patients

How Pets Benefit Pulmonary Fibrosis Patients

For those of you who are animal lovers, you probably already know that pets can be remarkable companions through illness, injury, loss or throughout any type of recovery period.

There are many testimonials and personal stories online about how pets have helped a patient through chronic illness, injury or even in the event of an emergency. If trained properly, dogs can also detect when an emergency or something unusual is happening. There are dogs that are trained to recognize and support someone during a seizure, or to protect individuals who are blind from dangers, such as cars when crossing a busy intersection. There is also amazing literature being released on the benefits of dogs supporting children with autism; encouraging their focus and calming them when in an overstimulating environment, such as a busy classroom, shopping mall or playground.

On a smaller, more micro level, animals can also help individuals with a chronic illness. Below are some of the ways that our furry friends (or as some like to call them, “furbabies”) can help just by being around and being present with patients.

They provide a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Some days this may be less appreciated than others, but overall, this is important for someone with a chronic illness. Especially if that illness is coupled with depression or chronic pain, mobilization is usually encouraged by physicians and having to get up to let the dog outside, or feed the cat, is an encouraging reason to get up in the morning. Regardless of how you are feeling, pets need us and they reciprocate that need by showing us love and companionship.

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They create a social connection to other pet lovers.
There are so many ways to be social with a dog — think dog parks, fundraising events, doggy playdates and more! These are just some of the ways that having a pet, particularly a dog, can expand your social network. It’s easy to feel isolated from others who are living their lives as you would be if you didn’t have a chronic illness. That being said, pets don’t care about oxygen tubing, IVs, scars, weakness or abilities that might differ from the next person. They love you as you are, and just want to be with you.

They can reduce anxiety.
Having a dog around has been known to reduce anxiety in patients with chronic illnesses, especially if that dog is specially trained to support someone with a disease. For example, an epilepsy patient will often feel less anxious when they have a dog that’s been trained to get help in the event of an emergency. It can be an added security blanket, offering comfort knowing that someone else is around and may be able to alert help if needed.

Pets can be an incredible source of companionship — offering wet-nose kisses, snuggles and someone to lean on (literally and figuratively) when things seem overwhelming. Pets listen to us, are present when people cry and offer comfort with no expectation of anything in return. They are the best keepers of secrets, love unconditionally and are always excited to see you, which creates an incredible feeling of companionship.

They can cause laughter and bring joy.
This is so important for people with chronic illnesses or diseases that cause heavy conversations, such as life or death decisions. It can become easy to lose sight of the smaller, more joyful things in life such as laughter and hope, but animals are a good reminder. When a dog is chasing a toy, barking at a stationary object or jumping for joy when you return home, it’s hard not to smile.

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Thanks for stopping by my column! My name is Charlene Marshall and I was diagnosed officially with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis (IPF) on April 7 2016 after 13 months of various tests, hospitalizations and misdiagnoses, such as bronchitis and asthma. Due to my age, the specialist disclosed that he was unsure how the IPF would manifest itself in terms of progression, and whether it would be fast or slow and what the course of my illness might look like. Not much has changed since then, meaning there is still a lot that remains unknown, which is largely due to my age and how “rare” it is for someone under 30 to receive a diagnosis of IPF. That being said, a lot has changed for me in the time since diagnosis and I am looking forward to sharing some of those changes with you through this online platform, and I invite you along for the ride! Throughout this column I intend to chronicle the experience of living with an invisible, yet fatal disease as a young adult and share some stories about how IPF has impacted every aspect of my life, both good and bad, thus far. I plan on highlighting the challenges (and where I can, the positives…) that come with living with IPF and the impact on social and intimate relationships, finances, family dynamics, facing mortality, infertility, travelling, medication side effects, career goals and so much more as it arises for me as a “new” patient. I hope others’ with similar experiences will reach out as no story trumps any other, nor should any go unheard. For now, let me leave you with some personal details about who I am, outside of my IPF diagnosis. I grew up in a small town in south-western Ontario and still live within Ontario, although in a much bigger city. My favorite sport is/was underwater hockey (yes, it is a thing: look it up on YouTube), I love working with people, I work full-time in the Social Work/Social Services field, I am an avid learner filled with heaps of curiosity for the world, which lead me to start my Masters Degree in 2014. I am in the last few months of my Masters Degree and am looking forward to an upcoming trip to Australia more than I’ve looked forward to anything before. Welcome to the shambles and chaos that is my life!
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Thanks for stopping by my column! My name is Charlene Marshall and I was diagnosed officially with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis (IPF) on April 7 2016 after 13 months of various tests, hospitalizations and misdiagnoses, such as bronchitis and asthma. Due to my age, the specialist disclosed that he was unsure how the IPF would manifest itself in terms of progression, and whether it would be fast or slow and what the course of my illness might look like. Not much has changed since then, meaning there is still a lot that remains unknown, which is largely due to my age and how “rare” it is for someone under 30 to receive a diagnosis of IPF. That being said, a lot has changed for me in the time since diagnosis and I am looking forward to sharing some of those changes with you through this online platform, and I invite you along for the ride! Throughout this column I intend to chronicle the experience of living with an invisible, yet fatal disease as a young adult and share some stories about how IPF has impacted every aspect of my life, both good and bad, thus far. I plan on highlighting the challenges (and where I can, the positives…) that come with living with IPF and the impact on social and intimate relationships, finances, family dynamics, facing mortality, infertility, travelling, medication side effects, career goals and so much more as it arises for me as a “new” patient. I hope others’ with similar experiences will reach out as no story trumps any other, nor should any go unheard. For now, let me leave you with some personal details about who I am, outside of my IPF diagnosis. I grew up in a small town in south-western Ontario and still live within Ontario, although in a much bigger city. My favorite sport is/was underwater hockey (yes, it is a thing: look it up on YouTube), I love working with people, I work full-time in the Social Work/Social Services field, I am an avid learner filled with heaps of curiosity for the world, which lead me to start my Masters Degree in 2014. I am in the last few months of my Masters Degree and am looking forward to an upcoming trip to Australia more than I’ve looked forward to anything before. Welcome to the shambles and chaos that is my life!
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  1. Eric Strayer says:

    Thanks. I’ve mostly worked as an adjunct sociology instructor from my home office where it was pretty much just me, the laptop, and the cat for years. The cat (Mr. Purple – homage to the film Reservoir Dogs) has been a part of my and my wife’s life for fifteen years. Most mornings I wake up with him next to me as due to his age he no longer tries to coax us out of bed to feed him. Mornings are a slow event now.

    I’m 67 with IPF and while in only minor discomfort (fatigue and med side effects and that familiar cough) I don’t feel as sick as I’m told. But…

    Back to the cat. He is old and tired with brief periods of energy, but sleeps most of the time near me. So I have this morbid bet with the cat as to which of us goes first. Now, if I go the slow but smooth hospice/palliative manner of which I believe I am just entering now, I imagine the cat being there at that last moment. Yes, if I am heavily morphed out what is the difference? I don’t know, but there is. If, though, the cat goes first, I think, in spite of all the love and care from my wife and help from others, that it will be just a bit more lonely of an experience.

    Isn’t the life course a twisted path full of surprises?

    e

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