Recently diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease, this is my own personal account of how I cope with the every day trials and tribulations of life.

In the early hours of last Thursday morning, I was shocked and saddened to learn that the presenter and broadcaster, Dale Winton, had passed away at the premature age of 62.  This came after I had a near fatal choking fit in Leeds Train Station on, of all things, 5ml of Buttercup Syrup.  I hate the bloody stuff anyway but I won’t be doing that again.

I have to admit, I watched Supermarket Sweep when my daughters were young and I was a full-time Mum.  I often thought I would like to go on the show.  Maybe not now if they brought it back.  The presenter and broadcaster came across as such a lovely, friendly person and nobody should even care about whether he was gay or not.  Whatever he did in the privacy of his own bedroom and with a consenting adult had nothing to do with the media.  It always infuriates me how the media go on about familiar people’s sexuality when the public don’t give a toss!

So wherever you are now Dale Winton – I hope you hear the beep in heaven’s supermarket sweep – RIP.

Lots of love




The more obersvant among you will notice I have been very quiet lately, this is because I haven’t been very well recently with, as most flippantly put it, a cold.  Coming on top of my MND and the problems that in itself brings with it, it has felt at times a lot worse than a cold and the coughing resulted in me sleeping in my wheelchair at night for fear I would choke on my own mucus and saliva.  It is easing a little now and last night I slept in bed for the first time in over a week.  I am also now wearing an adult bib for the saliva, just until I get a new medication to help with the excess saliva.

We still live in hope but it won’t help MND sufferers of today with the breakthrough which was announced recently This won’t help sufferers at this moment in time but it is one step nearer for the future to be a little more positive that Motor Neurone Disease can be controlled or even slowed down to a halt in the future.

I have at times over the last 10 days felt so tired and exhausted that all I have wanted is to go to sleep and never wake up, even to the point of feeling envious of those who have passed away.  This is the dark side of MND and probably any other terminal illness but these thoughts and feelings are getting less and less as I feel a little better.

I would love nothing more than to have my pre-MND life back again, to enjoy food and drink and walks in the park and even endure the Monday morning blues as a new working week begins.  This leads me on to reveal another decision I have made in that I am now totally reliant on Peggy for my nutrition and feeds.  I still have pureed meals but unless I am not tired, I will be completely tube fed from now on. And I am in the process of making advanced decisions about my future care which had a close friend of mine in tears.

All my love,

Angie xxx

The Next Step

In the opinion of my MND nurse, my MND is progressing slowly.  It’s good for my survival expectations and definitely good news for my husband and my daughters who are, without a doubt, my main carers.

However slow the progression, I have today taken the next step because I recognise that my husband and my daughters need a break from their caring responsibilities.  So, upon a referral from my MND nurse, Tim and me went to a drop-in session at St Gemma’s Hospice Day Centre.  It was a very emotional visit for both of us but it was a positive step in the right direction and the staff were absolutely wonderful.

I just have to wait for an assessment at home and then a place to become available at the Day Hosice.  It will give Tim and my daughters the much needed break they all need safe in the knowledge that I will be well looked after and cared for.

Much love,

Angie xxx


It’s a year ago today that I was dealt the devastating blow when I received the diagnosis that I have Motor Neurone Disease (MND), although it is 16 months since symptoms first began.  The doctor was right, I wouldn’t remember his name and I don’t remember his name although I do remember that he was due to take part in the London Marathon for the MNDA. As in the words of a Duran Duran album track, “a year of Sundays seems to have drifted right by”.

Life Changing

We’ve just got back home from a jaunt out to the White Rose Centre on the outskirts of Leeds, nothing new there, I like to get out and about during the day.  However, all I keep thinking about is this time last year.  I finally got to see Dr Idrovo, a neurologist at the Leeds General Infirmary on the 3rd April 2017.  He decided to carry out tests as in-patient.  Before my appointment, I walked to Oulton and back with my beloved Oscar.  A round trip of roughly 5 miles.  Little did I know that the slur in my speech back then was a degenerative disability with a significant shortening of life and that walk was to be the last time I would walk a few miles.

I was admitted into hospital on the neurology ward on the 4th April 2017 for what I thought was an overnight stay which turned into over 3 weeks.  Before I was diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease, I read the awareness material in the day room and I suspected I had Motor Neurone Disease.  It did not lessen the shock and grief I felt when I was diagnosed and the shock my family felt when I was diagnosed, especially considering that the type of Motor Neurone Disease I have has an on average shorter life expectancy than the others.  The anniversary of being diagnosed is still some eight days away.

I have gone through my own grieving process.  Anger, denial, depression, alongside emotional lability and hope, hope that this terrible disability could be cured.  Although I can walk with the aid of a Zimmer frame, I spend a lot of time in my wheelchair because I feel much safer in my wheelchair.  I found inspiration from the late Stephen Hawking and I too have carried out a small gesture to the homeless by donating my old coats which I no longer wear to the St George’s Crypt in Leeds for those who need them more than me and will get some use out of them.

i still live in hope that the world will be free from MND, whether this will ever be in my lifetime, remains to be seen but I do pray for this to happen because I’m not ready to give up on my life just yet even though the simplest of tasks are getting difficult to carry out now.

As ever, lots of  love

Angie xxx

Easter Time!

Today is the first day we have had no visitors.  Well it is the start of the long Easter weekend.

I have a MND nurse, Linda, and, as well as seeing patients in clinic, she does home visits.  Last Monday, she reviewed me at home because Tim and me now feel it is time we had extra help and support at home.  The review concluded that despite the progression of MND, it is a slow progression.

To date, I have lost my left arm and my left foot to MND. I have lost my swallowing and speech to MND, my neck is weak and my right arm is beginning to weaken.  When I saw I have lost all the functions we take for granted, it just means the motor neurone cells have died and I cannot use the muscles for all the functions I have lost.

I can still breathe for myself and my carbon dioxide levels are still low which is good.  We discussed me having adult social care for bathing and dressing on a morning and day care at a hospice to give Tim a break from the tiring duties of full time care.  She is also going to refer me for a splint for my left index finger which is beginning to curl in on itself.  I have said I will try a cough assist machine to clear mucus from my throat and I have said I will eventually have an oxygen machine although I am nowhere near that stage yet and with physio providing us with a banana board for transferring out of the wheelchair and the occupational therapist looking into getting a wheeled shower chair, a porta riser recliner and a referral to orthotics for a sturdier ankle brace, these changes should make life a little more comfortable for Tim and me.

Happy Easter everyone xxx

As ever, lots of love,

Angie xxx


It’s been a while since I last wrote a blog post.  I’ve no excuse except pure laziness.  I had a really lovely Mother’s Day and was spoilt by my daughters.  Victoria bought me two tickets to see Anton du Beke and Erin Boag in their Tenth Anniversary show From Broadway to Hollywood.  Anton du Beke and Erin Boag are both professional dancers and have both appeared on the immensely successful Saturday night television programme, Strictly Come Dancing, where professional dancers are teamed up with celebrities to win the Glitterball trophy.

They appeared with an orchestra and six dancers and Hannah and me went to see them at the York Barbican Centre.  It was two hours of pure entertainment with a Q&A section where the duo answered questions set by the audience.  I am a Strictly fan and I am an Anton fan so I am very much biased.  The dancing was superb, the music from a long forgotten era when Broadway and Hollywood was so glamorous evn throughout tough times during the 20th century.

Hannah did a marvellous job of being my carer for the day.  It was her first time flying solo caring for me and our journey to York and back again was of epic proportions.

We battled with the elements (it was St Patrick’s Day) and all manner of people celebrating St Paddy (although I question if some of them were even remotely Irish).  We had some scary moments like when we both thought I was going to be trapped on the Cross Country train to York and I was in the tightest wheelchair space I have ever been in, even I was panicking and I am normlly quite level headed.  We even thought we were going to be trapped in the lift at Leeds train station and Hannah hit the emergency button as she started to panic.  Apart from the travelling and ignorance of people using disabled toilet facilities and spending 15 minutes in said facilities, we had a great day out.

Lots of love and for those who can, “keep dancing”


Angie xxx

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