A poem about daily life whilst living with motor neurone disease by the late Joy Blakely ...

My two boys Marcus (10 years old) and Harry (8 years old) unfortunately lost their nana to MND in April 2018. Nana was diagnosed 8 months earlier.

In my time at MND Victoria so far I have had the chance to engage with individuals whose resilience in the face of adversity is inspiring.

Brian was the last to go. He too died from motor neurone disease – that is the disease whereby the neurons stop working and cannot convey messages to the muscles ...

41 year old Dean is married to his childhood sweetheart Paula and father to two teenage boys ... in July 2015 their life came to a halt when Dean was diagnosed with MND.

When Pam’s son was diagnosed with MND three years ago, she didn’t know what to do. As a mother she felt so useless, she couldn’t do anything except love him.

Gavin McCann was diagnosed with motor neurone disease in January 2015. Being told this news is devastating for anyone. Gavin however, used this news to live out his long time dream.

Andy's MND journey began after noticing difficulties with slurring speech. Medical investigations led to a local neurologist in May 2015, who suggested motor neurone disease ...

I was a stay at home single mum with 3 children aged 5, 7 and 9 in 2003 and my youngest was recovering from cancer treatment. I had left my husband in 2002 ...

Rebecca Mason more than deserves the title of legend. Beck lives in Portland but makes the trip up to Geelong regularly to be with her best friend who has MND.

Went to a medical appointment recently at our local medical centre in Emerald, Vic, in my Frontier Tilt in Space wheelchair supplied by MND Vic ...

Not only is this disease so horrible to endure for the sufferer of MND. But the other side of the coin is the partner and family trying to cope with the emotional issues ...

This experience not only significantly impacted my life, but also helped me develop as a person and become who I am today and the person I will become tomorrow.

I can talk, I can walk, I can swallow, I can read, I can write, I can itch my head if I need to, I can laugh when I want to. I can wipe my own tears. You're thinking, what's the big deal?

A poem written by one of our volunteers about her experience of motor neurone disease ...