By

Sarah Ezekiel

Opinion

If I can volunteer then so can you

November 17, 2016 12:21
3 min read

In April 2000, I was 34, happily married and a full-time mother. I was pregnant and really enjoying life.

But I'd noticed some weakness and muscle-wasting in my left arm and my speech was slurring, especially when I was tired. I mentioned it at an anti-natal appointment and was surprised when I was referred to a neurologist, and after some tests, diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease (MND).

I didn't know what MND was, so I was absolutely terrified when I was given a prognosis of two to five years, because it's progressive and there's no cure. I'm lucky to have survived so long. A third of people die within one year of diagnosis and more than half within two years. MND affects the nerves that control movement, so your muscles no longer work. Now I'm unable to move much or speak but my breathing muscles haven't been affected, which contributes to my longevity.

After my son Eric was born I rapidly lost the use of my motor skills, so needed carers for myself and my small children. It was an awful time and I spiralled into terrible depression, mourning for the life I had lost and trying to keep my marriage together. We divorced within a few years and I was given full custody of the children as well as 24 hour care.

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