Lorraine Hartik: Remembering Sister Elizabeth Kenney’s Words

Lorraine HartikWhen I was 3 years old, we lived in Minneapolis, Minnesota, when I came down with a raging fever. When my feet arched back to touch my head, my parents took me to the nearest hospital, where Sister Elizabeth Kenny had just arrived from Australia to share her techniques with others on dealing with polio. I was put into an isolation ward and did not see anyone from my family for several years.

During that time I was one of two patients who Sister Kenny used to demonstrate her techniques to doctors. I remember the masked figures in a large semi-circular room and the spotlights. I remember the smell of woolen blanket strips put into boiling hot water in washing machines and wrung out before being wrapped on misshapen limbs, which were twisted and turned and manipulated. I remember it now after being hypnotized as an adult because the memories were too traumatic for me for years, and I’d remember them only as nightmares.

We moved to California, where after much work, I was able to walk without crutches or braces by the time I was in junior high school. I finished school there, joined the Navy (I was even on the drill team!), and used the G. I. Bill to go to college before working for 40 years in education, while continuing in the Navy Reserve. In my last years working, post-polio symptoms set in, which I attributed to aging. But after a routine physical with my doctor, he referred me for further testing to a neurologist, who diagnosed me with post-polio syndrome.

By this time I was using a seated walker at work since I worked at a large campus and was having difficulty getting around it without help. Students helped me accept the need for help by naming my walker Handy Dan. I also put a horn on it so when I came around a corner I didn’t bump into anyone. My work as a school counselor at that time necessitated my travel throughout the campus. It helped my type “A” personality accept that I could still function with limitations.

Now I am retired and have had surgeries on both legs so that I can get around with limited help of a cane. So there you have it. I remain active by volunteering for two different organizations and whenever. My doctor who understood post polio is no longer there, and the new one leaves me with the feeling that I am a dying breed, but I am persevering on my own as well as I can these days with the memory of Sister Kenny’s words still ringing in my head: “You can and will walk.” So I am, as long as I can, with minimal assistance, and a positive outlook.

— Lorraine Hartik

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8 Responses to “Lorraine Hartik: Remembering Sister Elizabeth Kenney’s Words”

  1. Gladys says:

    Loved reading your story, Lorraine. Knowing your history will serve to make us even closer friends!

  2. Janice Cootey says:

    Hi Lorraine, I’ve never know anyone that knew Sister Kenny, but I have always heard positive things about her. Our Polio journeys are different from each other. That’s what makes us special. Between all of us, we make a whole polio picture, a picture of courage and determination. Nice to meet you on line, Janice

  3. sharon redmond says:

    lorraine, what year were you at sister kenny’s? i was there in june/july of 1944….. and i was 6 years old at the time. sharon redmond

  4. Sandy Roan says:

    Lorraine, what type of surgery did you have on your legs? Where and who performed the surgery? What type of therapy did you have?
    Thank you for sharing your story and success!

  5. Lorraine Hartik says:

    I had a triple arthrodesis on one ankle to stablize that leg and foot, and also both knee replaceements, all through Kaiser Permanente Hospital in Fontana, California. I have had continuing pnysical therapy for years, and exercise at the local Y in the heated pool.

  6. Kathy whitaker says:

    I am curious about what kind of surgeries you had on your legs? I was just diagnosed with pps.

    Kathy Whitaker

  7. Val Tassell says:

    Thanks for the story. I had polio in 1948, no post polio symptons very fortunately. I am a film school student making a doco in Australia about polio and found this page researching. If anyone has images they would be prepared to share of those times I would be very grateful.can be sent to mahamati1945@gmail.com. Regards, Valerie

  8. Janice Cootey says:

    In 1954 I was stricken with Polio, and was admitted to Boston Children’s Hospital. I can’t remember receiving Sister E Kenny’s treatments. I do remember being isolated, and to sick to care. Pain and passing out. I remember coming out of a iron lung, but not going in. We all suffered, and the journey to get well has never ended. I love the photo of you and the dogs. The cold and snow doesn’t stop your fun. Keep on smiling.

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