May 19, 2023 Columns by John Connor Global warming and the fine art of ambulance chasing Whoād have thought of the following shenanigans? It only took four days of constant badgering to fix. Last summer brought exceptional (actually, likely to be semi-regular from now on) hot weather in the U.K., with parts of England surpassing 100 F for the very first time. This caused a…
August 3, 2022 Columns by Beth Ullah Sometimes Pushing Boundaries With My MS Management Pays Off My brother is getting married in two weeks, so last weekend, I attended my future sister-in-law’s bridal shower in London. When it came to managing my relapsing-remitting MS (RRMS) on the trip, I pretty much broke every rule I live by. Surprisingly, taking risks paid off for me, which…
July 20, 2022 Columns by Beth Ullah A Big Step Forward: Using Public Transportation With MS As anyone with chronic illness knows, leaving the house requires planning. Thereās much more to think about than what’s visible, especially if you’re relying on public transport. In the days preceding last week’s appointment with my multiple sclerosis (MS) nurse, I was contemplating just how long it’d been since…
June 14, 2019 Columns by John Connor What the Falck Is Going On? Stranded. Not on a desert island but in an empty hospital ward. Earlier, it had been filled with fellow MSers getting their Ocrevus (ocrelizumab) infusions. I write “fellow,” but as ever, we blokes were in the minority ā there were only two of us. Research indicates that more…
October 12, 2018 Columns by John Connor A Black Mark for the Black Cab Sorry, this story is definitely parochial and about being disabled, rather than narrowly focused on having MS. It also turns out to be somewhat celebratory ā albeit starting from a criticism. Before I get to that, a bit of history. The blackĀ cab is an international symbol for London like…
May 18, 2018 Columns by John Connor Chained to My Desk The tinkling laughter of tiny children filters through the windows of my bedroom. It’s a sunny Sunday afternoon. In years past, I would be sitting in the garden watching my grandnieces play. Undoubtedly with a large jug of Pimm’s that I would have concocted for the assembled adults. We’re…