Right from the start, I knew this day had to come. The day of Mum's funeral. We planned it all out. She paid it off and told us what she wanted. We knew it had to come. So why does it feel so surreal? I'm up early, already showered and dressed, applying make up and... Continue Reading →
I went to see Mum in the chapel of rest today. The MND has left her, but it's taken her with it. We always knew this day would come, but seeing her in her coffin, in the clothes I ironed, the glasses I cleaned and the blanket she knotted for my sister, it finally hit... Continue Reading →
It has been such a long time since I opened this page. As things became harder, as Mum's condition progressed, I found I couldn't face talking about what we were going through. I was diagnosed with depression, a secret I kept from Mum. I have been on antidepressants for five months and last week completed... Continue Reading →
Reflections on the news that Mum's MND hasn't progressed enough to qualify for an hour's free social care a day...
My friend Helen is looking to raise £3000 for the MNDA by learning to play the clarinet ... in just twelve months.