Gosh, this is so confusing! I was encouraged to apply for DLA when recovering from axillary removal, by the admin staff at the Mustard Tree Centre at my hospital. My bc nurse sent me over there, in a dressing gown and drains in. It was started by McMillan and guess it is something like Maggie’s Centre in Scotland. There is a lot of fund raising done in the local community for this complementary centre, for all cancer patients.
I was interviewed at the centre by an adviser from the local DWP and she filled the forms in for me. She goes there every Friday morning to see cancer patients, not just bc. My GP absolutely refused to sign the DS1500, but as I have intractable Crohn’s as well as bc, there was no problem in getting my gastro to sign it. He once told me that chronic Crohn’s quality of life (as assessed by the Mayo Clinic) is equivalent to stage IV cancer, so he was very sympathetic.
Before I had the interview with DWP I got a package of information from the National Assocn for Colitis & Crohn’s, with details on how to fill in the forms. The information was written by two barristers in London. It worked out fine and was awarded immediately, backdated to the day I completed the forms. That was in March 2003, and I have never been asked to sign anything since. However, my condition is much worse now, with arthritis in both hips,hands and feet, bone density loss and two fractures last year. I still have to pay for incontinence pads at the chemist, although being over 60 yrs I get all my meds free.
Having worked full time from age 14 yrs to 40 yrs, I feel I have put enough money into the system via income taxes and NHS contributions. I have never had a penny from the Govmt for anything else and feel I am entitled to it. My husband is 80 yrs old, I am 63 yrs and we are still paying income taxes on our modest savings. There are many scroungers around who have never had a job in their lives, yet get DLA on some trumped up “back problems” etc.
The DLA has made such a difference to my life - I now have a twice monthly cleaner (my hands are quite deformed by osteoarthritis and my muscle strength is virtually zero); a 4 weekly window cleaner to do the precarious seaward windows on a 5th floor balcony with no guard rails, and a franchisee oven cleaner. There are many times when I just cannot drive the 3 miles to my local GP for my monthly injections and blood tests, or the long journey by ferry and road to the hospital and have to take taxis.This money helps me to have a quality of life that we would not be able to afford otherwise and I dread to think how I would get to the hospital if my disabled husband cannot take me, as some days he can’t. It is a £60 round trip to the hospital,; I was there 4 times last month to see various specialists… Do I think I am entitled? - absolutely.
Keep up the “attitude” ladies! We are our own best advocates.
Liz.