As always with these events, the best thing about them was the company. In this picture I'm being pushed by
Second in from the right here (with the balloon) is Lesley, our indefatigable and endlessly efficient branch secretary. She's one of a group who not only organise such events for us and our families and friends - and, as significantly, is one of those available to visit people with MND from the point of diagnosis onwards. As you'll have gathered from this blog, there is NO way that the professionals, spread as thinly as they are and with resources increasingly squeezed, there's no way that they can respond even to the need of such a rare condition as ALS/MND. So the potential for sensitive Association Volunteers (AVs) to support individuals and families in the frightening reality of the disease is huge. It doesn't always work; personalities may not click. But usually it does.
I must also mention Peter, with the cap on the mini-scooter, with his two glamorous women behind him. He has moreorless completely lost his voice, but he certainly has by no means lost his sense of humour. He keeps me plied with often outrageously non-PC jokes by email. To give one repeatable example which I enjoyed recently:
- An elderly man was stopped by the police around 2 a.m and was asked where he was going at that time of night.
The man replied, "I'm on my way to a lecture about alcohol abuse and the effects it has on the human body, as well as smoking and staying out late."
The officer then asked, "Really? Who's giving that lecture at this time of night?"The man replied, "That would be my wife." - Occasionally Peter drops in a googly in the form of a serious or uplifting reflection on the meaning of life. He used to be a teacher. I bet his lessons were fun!
Oh yes, and did I mention the afternoon was fun too. At least I enjoyed it. Well, I'd have been ungrateful not to have, being pushed up hill and down dale by a succession of nice women, wouldn't I?