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His plans are realistic: get to be functional, help the Loudoun Hunt — for which he is joint master of foxhounds, keep up hunt territory landowner relations, and train a couple of racehorses (not Classy Ivor, though.) “Just get on with life.”
A long road home
When he came home from the Washington Rehabilitation Center in September, he started right in with three visits a week to hounds at Loudoun Hunt joint-master James Gable’s Valley View Farm in Hamilton. Cockbum realized very quickly that three visits a week took too much time away from the therapy. He now dedicates five days a week to therapy, and travels to the kennels on weekends.
No sensation has returned to his hands since the injury, but he can use his arms to control the wheelchair, brush his teeth, scratch an itchy nose. He goes to therapy, which he describes as grueling, five days a week. “They work the muscles and they get my range,” he said with a grimace. “They just crank on me until I’m fuming at them and blimey-ing at them and they’re just laughing.”
His recalcitrant right hand bends back at an alarming 90 degree angle to the forearm. “They were very nice people at the National Rehabilitation Center,” he points out. “But the therapy I got there was pathetic. If I’d had therapy for this arm, it wouldn’t be bent.”
Every Saturday he and a friend travel to the kennels, eat out, and join ‘the meet on Sunday morning. He follows hounds in a fourwheel drive vehicle, and he talks to Dee Maki,
See COCKBURN, Page 13
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