Until there's a cure ... there's care


What was it making my loved one walk like that?
And unwittingly stumble over the front door mat.
Why now and then did he look like he would trip?
We thought there was something wrong with his hip.
Things can't go on like this we need some advice
Well a trip to the doctor to check it out should suffice.

Not suspecting a report that would cause too much trouble
How wrong we were when the specialist burst our bubble.
"I have something to tell you, please listen" she said
The next words that were spoken filled us both with dread.
"I suspect we have a problem and the news is not the best
But to confirm the diagnosis you will need a specialised test"

And the test told us what the doctor thought it would be
So from that day forward we began to live with MND.
We know we can't beat it, there is no cure in sight
But by God we are both prepared to put up a good fight.
And the days since then haven't been all milk and honey
But mixed in with those are the times that were quite funny.

Like greeting the new neighbours who just moved in next door
With a, "Hello, you don't know me, but my husband's on the floor"
Now to make light of the tumble, well that wouldn't be right
But we all had a good laugh about our first meeting that night.
And most people are more than willing to help with a task
It's just up to us to learn it's o.k. to ask!

And in the darkest moments if you look you will find
A bright spot, and one particular thing comes to mind.
A parking space at the shops is a problem no more
Cause with our "Disabled Sticker" we pull up at the door.
It's how you look at situations, they can be good or bad
The choice is yours whether to be happy or sad.

We know the days ahead aren't as we had planned
But there are plenty of helpers to give us a hand.
The support network is there and advice is free
Just call the people in the office at M.N.D.A.V.
And never lose heart even in the days of sorrow
Cause the sun will come up on a new tomorrow.

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