My best friend has Scleroderma, and as part of the whole syndrome, pulmonary fibrosis. She was diagnosed several years ago, and there is no cure; all they can do is make her as comfortable as possible as her internal organs harden from the inside out. She has recently developed adult onset diabetes, as well. Now, having an uncurable disease is certainly something to be depressed about, and she is, and has been, depressed for quite some time. She's lost interest in so many things. Because she has to wear oxygen whenever she exerts herself (but her doctor's think she wears it 24/7), she feels she can't do much. As a result, she sits on her butt all the time. She has a 10 year old German shepherd mix which is a HOUSE dog; Maggie only goes outside to do her business and maybe bask in the sun occasionally. No exercise. My friend sits and sleeps in her recliner (no biggie, I do that too, but not 24/7) and watches TV or old, recorded movies. She is a homeowner (she's paying the bank for it) and has a HUGE, well fenced, back yard, with an UN-USED 6x10 dog run. I finally talked her into the prospect of getting just a few chickens. I would secure her dog run, get and set up a coop for her, supply her with everything she needs PLUS 3 pullets from my flock. After overcoming her objections (mostly based on her desire to continue sitting on her butt forever), she decided she wanted FOUR LF and two bantam pullets. This would max out her run. I gave her the link to Henderson's Handy Dandy Chicken Chart to do some research. She is fond of my Buffy the Vampire Slaying Orpington, and equally as fond of the bantam Cochin roos, plus my LF Cochin hen. So Cochins are on her list of possible breeds. I'll set her up with the Deep Litter Method and will assist her - if not handle it myself - when the coop needs its biannual clean-out and bedding replacement. I also suggested she wear a dust filter mask when the time comes to gather eggs. I absolutely, totally know the chickens will be therapeutic for her. On several fronts. Today, in her excitement about the upcoming project, she told her specialists about the chickens. They immediately put the kibosh on it. No, no way you can keep chickens - the dust, the dander, the mites. You cannot take up chicken keeping. She explained about "Linda will set up a coop cleaning system for me, so that won't be a problem." Nope, no chickens. I am so sure her doctors have NO clue about chicken keeping. They said her visiting me a couple of times a year for a week and enjoying my flock is not the same thing as actually having a few of her own, and she "cannot afford" the possible damage to her compromised lungs. I am SO upset about this. Maaaaan, she was suddenly interested in something. She went from yes, she would have 3 hens to wanting FOUR because "three is an odd number and they each need a buddy" and then to "Can I have 4 regular hens and 2 bantam hens?" and considering NAMES for possible chickens! Then it was "My doctors say I can't have chickens. I'm only telling you what they said. I don't know what to do, now." She's 56 years old. I'm 57. I didn't ask her to start smoking, for gawd's sake. Her doctors must be the "typical" people who haven't a clue about keeping chickens. I just had to rant. Stupid physicians. Goodness, if she IS gonna die in a few years from all this, why can't she have a few chickens in the very back of her yard, wear a dust mask when she collects eggs and fills feeders and waterers - they even objected to THAT, saying "Oh, but then you'll have something ELSE on your face!" (thinking she wears her O2 all the time) - and enjoy something finally!