Crawling to Deadline
It’s 3:15 p.m. U.K. time on Wednesday, May 9, 2018. My deadline for this column is actually 3 p.m. Gone are the days of blaming the dog for eating my homework; it’s only in the last few minutes that I’ve actually been able to move a bit.
From 8:30 a.m. to just about now, I’ve been clinging onto my bedside commode, well aware that if I dropped anything on the floor, it would be lost to me. The lava game of youth is made real in my old age with MS. Even when feeling moderately together, my hands will drop anything, so this was a major effort!
The jeopardy is real, as I’m alone in the house because my wife’s mother is very ill in hospital. My wife, Jane, is on the morning hospital shift. She helped me out of bed and I sat comatose while waiting for my body to recover. Too much work!
My live topical show had its second yearly outing on Sunday, at a mini-comedy festival in the countryside 40 miles from London. I also had my regular weekly show in London last night. I went and directed them both. And now I’m paying for it. I’ve never been one who got into fights, but you do have to be tenacious to survive in show business. I will lose against MS but I’m going down swinging.
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Christopher Paris
Now we're talkin, friend. The mindset is "fight," always fight, no matter what the opponent or the opposition is. This is the old neighborhood all over again. I'm glad I earned my stripes there, even frequently up against opposition bigger and more numerous than I. Takin my lumps cured me of fear. So, today, I accept or resign myself to nothing; and, fight the opposition even when I sense fighting the odds may even prove futile; because fighting the opposition in any way I can is always still better in spirit than falling to just acceptance or resignation. I accept nothing especially fear and trepidation, for they incarcerate us, don't they. The goal is fight and persist for as long as we can, for our longevity will prove us victorious against the odds. Fly on, brother.
John Connor
Well, if you put it like that.... ta.
cynthia
Thanks for your column , John. ''fall down, get up again''.....the MS battle cry !!