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Dear Followers,

Once again, thanks for not giving up on me! This past week (or is it a week and a bit) I only seem to have had the energy for one thing each day, and therefore no energy left to write, which I have hated. Last monday it was physio/physical therapy, and horse-riding on the Tuesday. Try as I might, I did not have the energy to type as I slept after each of these activities and through the night, albeit in a disturbed, interrupted way. There was little respite on Wednesday, as I went to the fortnightly women’s group which belongs the church I go to. I really had to force myself to go, so little energy meant even less inclination to be in a crowd of even 8 women, lovely though the are, and even though we were studying  the word. Force myself I did, and by the end I was glad. Straight home to make dinner, before writing a shopping list, and having a think about a meeting I had later that afternoon. As soon as that afternoon’s sitter (befriender/carer) arrived it was off to the supermarket and pharmacy. No sooner were we back, I was straight into a meeting with my social worker and someone from my care agency to begin talking about support I may need for holidays or travelling to (other people’s) weddings. As some of you may know, these things are never simple and always last longer than anticipated. If I had any energy before, I had none after that. For once, I had put some thought in and realised I would never make the church AGM that evening, so had emailed my votes to one of the elders. Just as well, for I collapsed in a heap for a while. Thursday, Friday and Saturday were time to rest, as I had no choice. However, they passed in a blur as I was too restless. Too tired to do anything, and too tired to rest properly, causing me to feel guilty at my lack of meaningful activity.Fortunately, I did make it to church on the Sunday morning, despite falling asleep twice after the carer left, and again during the service. Perhaps it is unwise to admit to that!!

Things have not got any easier with the start of a new week. Monday morning brought a hospital appointment I had waited for, and dreaded, for the best part of three months. I am still collecting new specialists occasionally, including on Monday so that added extra stress. I was sensible enough to have requested carer/caregiver assistance for the appointment  Just as well, as from the point of waking up on Monday morning, the headache grew and grew to a full-on migraine. It wasn’t all bad. The person who had been asked to support me is lovely and helped me find the humour in the situation. Having not seen them for a while, there was lots to catch up on too. Mercifully for the times we needed to queue, waiting times were ‘normal’ for these things, so though there was a  wait each time it was not more than thirty minutes. I was so thankful for support as without it I would have cancelled my appointment and crawled into bed. Admittedly  I fell asleep in my wheelchair for hours after the appointment  but not before my carer took me for a step free walk (they walked, I wheeled) somewhere further away than my most local supermarket, as it does not have the facility to pay bills. ‘Only’ for the purpose of buying a very few groceries and buying gas and electricity, but the fresh air did me good, despite it doing nothing for the migraine. Given the level of my difficulty find my way around anywhere other than the tiny areas I can navigate comfortably, due to the number of times I go to those places, it is rare I venture anywhere else, seeing as I wouldn’t know where I was, were I was going, or once back, be able to retain any of this information for future use.

Monday done, the night was not much help as it was especially disturbed. I would normally attempt to go horseriding on a Tuesday, as I had done last week, but unfortuntely there were not enough staff available to assist me. One of those things, though a shame as it was a beautiful day. I still did not accomplish anything meaningful yesterday in terms of tackling the growing to do list, as I fell asleep for several hours after lunch. In between times, any time I thought about moving and trying to do something, I would fall asleep almost instantly. This happens often for several reasons.. Partly the medication I take, partly because having cerebral palsy means it takes me much more energy just to do the basic things others take for granted, and partly because I am always in chronic pain. It is hard to describe just how wearing all of that can be, unless you know this kind of tiredness for yourself. One way of thinking about it is in terms of spoons. Each day, with its varying levels or energy, or even hours or minutes can be thought of as a spoon, or spoons. Each day only has a certain, varying number of spoons. Once I have used them, there are no more, and nothing can be done about it, causing me collapse in my chair. In these times I may not sleep, but instead, as mentioned above, be extremely restless, to tired to do anything, but too tired to sleep.

It is in these times that my eyes drift to the wall of whichever room I am in. I never used to display photographs as I am not much of a photographer  The most i ever displayed were posters, either ones I had been given or occasionally ones I had bought myself. As I have gotten older, this hasn’t really changed, as most of what now adorns the walls of my flat were gifts from close friends or family. Only two of the items have been chosen by me, a picture in the living room and a painting in my bedroom.

Taking inventory of these things, if I look immediately up from where my laptop sits, I see two photo frames, one containing a family photograph of myself.  my parents, brother and lovely sister in law at their wedding last summer, and the other, taken at the same place, contains two photographs; one of my Grandmother and I, and the other of my grandparents. I often look at these photos during my sleepy times. It is more than just looking at the pictures. As photographs often do for anyone, they remind me of a special occasion, a happy day, and is a chance to replay the memories in my head. For me, they are also a reminder of a rare day when I felt as well as I can, and achieved a lot, managing to stay for the whole day, meeting my brother and sister in laws many friends, and catching up with family. A reminder, that having managed it then, hopefully I could manage something like that again, given prior rest and meticulous planning, including pacing of each and every hour, as I did then.

I look to the left of those pictures, and I see a print I bought from a local department store the weekend I moved into my flat. It is a pretty picture of a mustard yellow flower with a red centre and browny-green background, bought to tie in with the other colours in the front room/sitting room , Behind me next to the living room door is a plaque my dad found in China, which displays part of the text from 1 Corinthians 13, a famous passage which describes the best, purest kind of love, and is often read at weddings. It also includes the chinese (mandarin?) character for ‘love’ which one of the carers one explained to me in depth. Interesting at the but unfortunately cannot remember what he said, at all. I often find this; that my persistent tiredness prevents me from taking new information in and remembering it fully, if at all, sometimes.

Next, to the hallway. There are several things displayed here. First, is a small mirror which a dear friend bought me from a posh shop as a house-warming present when I moved into this flat, Moving right, next is another flower print, also yellow and gifted from the same friend, which she bought to tie- in with the shade of yellow we painted the hallway. At this point my memory fails me. I’m off to check out what else is on the walls!! As it happens, I was right. The only other thing displayed in the hallway is pinned up next to the bathroom – a calendar of photographs of various Scottish landscapes which was a gift from my friend’s mother; a thank you present for ‘putting up’ her son and his friend. Translation, should you need it: for having them stay with me!

Finally, to what is displayed on the walls in my bedroom. The first thing most people notice when they walk in was a gift from my dear grandmother; a framed picture of my ‘Sunday-name’, Jacqueline, written in calligraphy, which she bought during a holiday to somewhere in Canada some years ago. Previously, I had nowhere to display it, so it lived in a cupboard at my parents house for some years, but when they moved house a year ago, the picture came to live with me.

Moving clockwise round my room, next is a pinboard, on which I display reminders to myself of what. and who to pray for, which i use at various times of the day or night, having read of someone who made something similar as, unlike me they were completely confined to bed, but from that prayer-board could reach all corners of the globe by praying for missionary workers and projects oversees, and other friends who had requested prayer for themselves or people they knew.; I read it inspired to begin my own and it has helped focus my mind on a number of occasions now. Here again, I have to go off and check what I missed out.

Moving clockwise around my room, next is the newest addition to the space, a recent birthday present from a very dear friend, and her soon-to-be-husband; a silhouette of a horse. I loved this as soon as I saw it, partly as it was such a thoughtful gift. A small yet significant reminder of one of my passions, and brings a smile to my face every time I see it as it reminds me either of my friend or of the pleasure I get from seeing the horses, and from horse-riding. When I went into my room, I saw the final item, a framed painting I had completely forgotten about, which I bought at a open day at a local social enterprise. The painting itself is special, of daffodils of a similar hue to the colour of the paint in my room, in a red vase on a purple background. I bought it partly for that, and partly for how bright and cheery it is. I smile every time I  see or think of it, either because of the painting itself or because it reminds me of the young woman who painted it; a friend who is a beneficiary of the social enterprise project. I loved the painting as soon as I saw it in the art room, and treasure it. Much like my ‘prayerboard’, when I see the painting it reminds me to pray, this time for the young woman herself or more broadly for the social enterprise which supports her and many other friends.

I suddenly realised while i was writing about the painting I have forgotten two further pieces displayed in my sitting room. One, a photograph in the far corner of the room, of me sitting on the horse I love, me sat bolt upright wearing a hat which obscures my face but protects my head, and the horse, patient as ever, standing to attention  ears pointing skywards  just as he has done hundreds of times before, being an ex-police horse who loves the camera and knows exactly what do when a camera is pointed in his direction, a true professional!

The final item in my sitting room is also a picture of a horse. This time it is a caricature drawn by a friend, of an imaginary horse, (apparently modelled on the horse from the disney film ‘Tangled’!!). The horse is sitting in an electric wheelchair of all things, a expression of pure terror on its face. It makes me giggle every time I see it, and is a point of conversation for a lot of people when they first come into my house, and often, actually, an ice-breaker, if I have not met the person before. I guess by now, you are wondering about the story behind the picture. I asked my friend to draw it after an incident when I let a horse get too close to my wheelchair, and it bit a button out of the control panel! My fault entirely. A friend later remarked it would be just like this particular horse to steal my chair and joyride round the farm!! This caught my imagination and so I commissioned my friend to draw it for me, not being at all gifted in it myself!

Being blessed with lovely friends, I have one or two other pictures I have no room to display. One is new, and the other has been taken down to make room for something else. The other is a recent birthday present of three prints, designed to be displayed together. They are very pretty and make me smile, but I will have to move pictures around to make room for them.

I am not aiming for any particular mood; or even any particular look, but I love how each of the items on each wall has a story behind it; either the very first things I chose for my first flat, or a memory of happy times, or a gift from a dear friend. The memories are precious enough to help me keep going in the tough times; but also each time I see each item I remember who gave me the gift, and how blessed I am to have them in my life. I don’t generally have photographs sitting around, as I would tend to send them flying with a stray arm or if I knock into them with my wheelchair, which is often! Having recently had a party for a big birthday, I do have some photos I might display in frames around the place, though I will put them well out of harm’s way!

 

Billy (the kid)

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Golf ball (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Some days, I fret about what I will write, and other days, a post will write itself. Thankfully, this is one of the latter! I needed to go back to sleep this morning, which I did, but forgot to set an alarm. I woke about 1030 and managed to get out of my house in fifteen minutes flat, since care had got me ready to go out a few hours earlier.

Once outside. there was a wee boy running up and down the pavements with his scooter. He later told me the pavements are better up here than where he lives! I am sure I have seen or heard him in the last couple of days. First thing is, he says hi, and asks me if I know what the noise is. I say no, and he tells me how annoying it is. I try to indulge him a bit but think, right I better get moving. Next thing is, the boy is asking about my electric wheelchair, wanted to know what each button on the control box does and test it out. I suddenly think. where would Jesus be? Of course, he would keep the pharisees waiting at Synagogue and talk to the little boy. I relax. and let him push and pull the chair using the golf ball, spinning me round in circles and tipping the chair backwards. In between he asks me why I use a chair, can I walk a bit, and where was I going when he saw me? All natural questions, and somehow it feels much safer to answer while he’s messing with the chair. His next statement took me by surprise though…. he said he wanted a chair too!! He said I could have his scooter and the golf ball and he would have my chair (cheeky or what….!!)

i thought that was the end of it, as Billy spun me round in the right direction and shoved the golf ball forwards. I take and go the long way round, following flattest path to the end of the street and across the road. Quick as anything, he’s caught up with me, asking why I didn’t cross at the dropped kerbs in the middle of the road. I show with my arm as best I can the path leading from the dropped kerb and how steep it is compared to the path I used. He gets it. He spies the grass, and decides that’s where the chair is going too. Thankfully  the grass was dry so the chair coped fine. The only hiccup was were were too near the main road for my liking!! I veer off the grass, and he suddenly says he’s off. He shoves the golf ball on the chair in the direction I’m going and speeds off, back towards home, right down the ginnell at the side of my house, and beyond.

I went to church with a smile on my face and a prayer in my heart, for Billy. Not caring that I was late, even though Billy said “You’re allowed to be late because you have a problem….!!” I met Billy BECAUSE I was running late!! Also, if only all Disability Awareness Training was as easy as it was this morning, ours would be a much more compassionate society to live in!

The explanation for my absence….!!

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Dear lovely followers, (should I have any left?!) If you’re reading this now, thanks for sticking with me! As you might have noticed, I haven’t been writing much over the last week or two. There is more than one reason for this, but I can only go into a couple of those here. You might remember reading about my little accident a couple of weeks ago now. I thought then I hadn’t done any lasting damage, not even to my knee, but unfortunately, I have. How long it may last, I don’t know, but the healing process may take a while. Though I live in England and have the backup from the NHS, I’ve been having to fork out (pay up!) for physiotherapy, originally for chronic pain in my back. So bad, that had I not gone private, I would have had to start being hoisted, say, from my chair to my bed, within a few months to a year, because of the severity of the pain and the level of restriction the pain caused. Fortunately, it is making a difference, but because this meant I was already regularly seeing a very good physiotherapist, I knew that if between the physio and I we could work out what the problem with my knee was, she would give me as good advice as she could. I was getting to the stage with my knee where the pain in my knee would cause my leg to collapse underneath me. An absolute nightmare for anyone with any mobility problems, never mind how someone who has mobility as poor mine is. I am still attempting to transfer front on, with the help of my zimmerframe, rather than side on with a banana board as the strength, co-ordination, and control in my arms is far from adequate for this. For those of you who know about chronic pain and/or life altering physical disability, I am sure ou can well imagine how difficult tranferring had become. Aditionally, my leg collapsing would cause my knee to spasm, which would greatly increase the pain, which would mean putting even less weight on my leg than I could all ready…!! This meant I was willing to let the physio do whatever it took to work out why I was in pain and how to help it get better. What she did have to do may well may you wince, as she had to ‘create the pain’, i.e. get me to take two or three steps so she could see it collapse, and once I was sat. prod my leg to fine out where the pain was. Yes, it was a painful as it sounds!! It turns out, I have damaged a major nerve at the back of my knee, which wraps round the side of my knee. The whole thing is badly inflamed. Apparently the nerve at the back of the knee splits into two, there is the siatic nerve, and the other one, which I cannot remember the name of! Once this was diagnosed, my lovely physio-terrorist (sorry, therapist) was able to give me advice. Advice so good, it has already helped improve my knee by decreasing the number of times it collapses, reducing the resulting spasm and increased pain. Anyone with chronic pain, or severe disability or both, will tell you things often go in a vicious cycle especially with spasms or pain. Breaking that cycle can be heinously difficult, but once you do, it can make an enormous difference. P.S. For anyone who would like to read more about the causes and effects of pain, see Health Activist, Mrs. Rants excellent blog. ————————————————————————————————————————–

I wrote the majority of the above last Wednesday, but had no time to publish the post. I am finishing this in the early hours of Monday morning, a day and a bit after early 30th birthday celebrations. My lovely friend who organised the bash asked my Dad to say a few words. I admit to having moist eyes! I may write another post explaining a little of what my Dad said that night, but he also referred to my blogging skills when listing some of the things I am now filling my life with. Apparently, I am a “Master Blogger”!! I am well and truly back. For your amusement, I have included a photograph of me at my party, which the lovely Bryony took of me.

The photo shows me at my 30th Birthday party.
I am wearing a black sash which says “Birthday Princess”, and I have a large pink badge pinned to my jacket which says “I’m thirty, pour me another”, with a picture of a wine or cocktail glass on it! I have a big smile on my face. I didn’t realise until I saw this photo that I am sat underneath one of the ceiling lights, so it looks like I have a halo above my head!!

This could only happen to me!

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or those of you who regularly follow this blog, this story may not surprise you. I’ve been in some scrapes in my time, some of which I have recorded here.  A good friend encouraged me to write about the latest one in the middle of this week. All of us have done silly things at one time or another, and this is mine…

Wednesday evening just gone, I was zipping round my living room in my wheelchair collecting things I needed overnight or first thing in the morning, including my mobile phone, kindle, and medicine box affectionately known as ‘the UFO’ as it does rather look like one! This being done, the last thing I had to do was to put my dressing-gown on. Simple enough, you might think. I stood in front of my wheelchair for when I was likely to get sick of standing and got the first arm into my gown. Next thing I knew, my dressing gown was being sucked under my wheelchair wheels, and my wheelchair was bashing my good leg. I didn’t realise then but my dressing gown cord had wrapped itself around the wheelchair control. I began praying feverishly for a way to get the chair away. I reached back, hoping to find the ‘off’ switch on the wheelchair, but instead I grabbed the golf ball toggle on my chair and forced it away from me.  At some point about then, I realised with horror that the tie on my dressing gown was wrapped around the golf ball on my wheelchair. The wheelchair careered into the shoe-rack; the wheels continuing to spin at a ferocious rate. I didn’t realise at this point that I was hurt. I somehow made it over to my wheelchair. I made the mistake of trying to move the chair backwards by moving the toggle. All I did was make the carpet burn, and the hole in the linoleum worse, though I didn’t realise this at the time. Smelling burning, I dived for the off-switch on my chair and started trying to move the chair out of the doorway. How I thought I would manage that…! I collapsed back on my bed, defeated. As I begun frantically texting the friend who was staying on the sofa bed that night, she pressed the buzzer to be let into the flat.

I told the story breathlessly and almost shaking with shock. I watched my friend thinking about what to do next, and then all of a sudden she had clambered over the wheelchair so she was with me on my side of the room. Moving an ankle boot from under the chair wheel, she managed to wrench the chair free with help from the strong bar on the back of the chair. Mission accomplished.

My friend began to survey the scene, jabbing her foot at something on the floor. It was then that we relialised I had torn the linoleum. Fortunately, that was easily sorted with duct tape. Next we did the only thing to do in those situations – put the kettle on!! While Emma made the tea, I began to take stock of what had happened, deciding not to clean the carpet where the night bag had split. I started at it, unable to contemplate doing anything about it and knowing I was in too much pain to be able to kneel down and clean the carpet. The tea helped soothe me a little. I went off to my room fairly quickly after that, still not really able to believe what happened, and eventually slept.

The rest helped my leg, but the last couple of days have been tough, trying to get my right leg to take my weight instead of my left. My emergency-only zimmerframe has been indispensable. I’ve been both napping and full-on sleeping much more than usual. Lazily sliding my feet across the floor, or performing inelegant pirouettes to transfer from, say, bed, to chair is much easier than the usual semi-walking thing as my leg just can’t cope. Here’s hoping it improves in time or I will have to be off to my nearest accident and emergency department.

 

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As if the above were not enough excitement, this afternoon between me and my carer we decided we would attempt to make it through the remains of the snow to the local supermarket. However, neither of us realised how thick the snow still is up here. I got so far before I got stuck, sideways, almost totally tipping the chair. Off went the carer to get my zimmerframe while she reversed my wheelchair backwards out of the worst of it. However, once she began trying to get my chair to trace its steps, it became hopeless again. Off went the carer for the snow shovel, returning triumphantly, and merrily hacking away at the compacted ice. Again and again, we tried to move my chair but to no avail. A teenage boy stared at us for a while and then walked on by, just as an older gentleman drove past us. Eventually, a neighbour stopped to offer help, pushing my chair from the metal bar on the back. Success! I am now sat here writing while the carer goes off to the local supermarket. I hope both stories made you laugh at least in part! We all have freak accidents, whatever we drive. And, we all do daft things!

Carer is back now so I’m off to have a mug of tea and work on my post for Bigbible. Here’s hoping for a quiet incident free evening!

the score book tells its own story…

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What activity, task, or game most brings out your competitive streak?

This one’s a ‘no-brainer!’ It has to be word games in general and Scrabble in particular. I am always desperate to win, even against friends.  My competitive streak is well known among my friends. Quite a few of them love board games too. I sometimes even play Scrabble with a carer on days where it is horrible weather, if most of the chores are done.

I play word games on-line, though not that many these days. I came across a troll when I played ‘Scrabble’ via Facebook login, and immediately deleted the game, too afraid to play again. When I got a smartphone, I started playing games on that, but I’ve had a couple of issues.   The ‘words with friends’ app has malfunctioned, so that when I click on the links no games will load. I started playing ‘Draw Something’ on my phone and eventually got propositioned by the random I was playing the game with. So having learned a little from the Scrabble incident I decided ‘uninstall’ was the best option..

Looking for another game to play, found ‘Scramble with Friends’, a variation on ‘Boggle’. I am logged into the game via facebbok, but none of my friends play it regularly so I play it with randoms, and a couple of people even regularly invite me to play a game. I did have some light trouble, but having truly leaned my lesson, I just resigned from the game. Happily, I have played many games since with no further trouble.

I have lots of memories of playing board games, particularly scrabble, with my Gran when on holiay in Inverness and also when I have stayed with her at her home. My Grandparents also love games – so much so they play ‘Scrabble’ every Saturday night, and others on a Friday night with a friend. ‘Lexicon’, ‘upwords’ and more.

The special thing about all of this us that one of them has a scorebook dating back 30 years and more, to when my Father’s youngest brother was a boy. Friends, neighbours; many of whom have since passed away. The notebook wouldn’t mean a thing in monetary terms, but the sentimental value of such a thing – I bet you couldn’t put a price on it. That’s the thing about games, and board games in particular – they can cross the generations,and get everyone playing and talking to each other. Plus, it so much fun, as long as l win …. (only joking).

Are you someone who loves to win? Do you have a favourite game? Or play an unusual game you think others should hear about? I’d love to hear from you in the comments section below this post!

CP awareness month, (in the USA)

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A lot of the blogs I follow are based in the US or Canada, especially if they are written by other people with cerebral palsy. Of these, Babbles from Brooke is my very favourite. It is through reading these blogs that I learned March is Cerebral Palsy (CP) awareness month. As far as I am aware, there is no such month in the UK. I wonder if it would make any difference to Government policy if there was?! 

I’m often asked what cerebral palsy is, whether by nursing students, carers, or even new friends. I was reading through some CP-specific blogs and came across this info-graphic which the writer gave permission to share as long as the info-graphic was posted in its entirety.

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The image shows which types of cerebral pasly (CP) affects which parts of the body. The first image shows ‘Monoplegic CP which affects one limb. The second image shows ‘hemeplegic CP’ which affects one side of the body. The third image shows ‘diplegic’ (CP) which affects either the legs or the arms, and finally the fourth image shows ‘quadriplegic’ cerebral palsy which affects all four limbs. Here’s the link to the original post by ‘Fork. Needle. Pen’: http://forkneedlepen.àwordpress.com/2013/03/19/types-of-cerebral-palsy-infographic/

 

I’ve seen a statement on a blog which claimed the CP does not worsen over time. However, new research shows that the symptoms of cerebral palsy can worsen over time. This doesn’t happen to everybody, but it has happened to me. I first heard about this from a friend, because it happened to her friends. Some aspects of the medical profession now also subscribe to this belief. If the symptoms of cerebral palsy worsen, it can often happen between the ages of 28-30. In my case, because I have near enough always walked have damaged my joints enough to be in constant chronic pain, for which I have a cocktail of medication. Eventually it got to the stage where I could no longer support constant walking, and a rehab consultant told me I would need to use an electric wheelchair full-time  or else I would need to be hoisted in and out of said chair in 2 years time if I continued to walk the way I was. This was something of a shock.

It has been compounded by my being unable to drive. When I was assessed by an Occupational therapist (OT) by a variety of tests including identifying signs, using a driving simulator and the infamous block test which tests spatial awareness, or in my case the lack of it. Apparently my reaction times were so erratic that I would need to use hand-controls to operate a car. This was likened to rubbing your stomach and patting your head at the same time. My co-ordination not being up to it, that was that.

Now I use a wheelchair  it both compensates for this, and compounds it. Transport being what it is there are plenty times I have to take a carer and my little chair in order to use taxis.

When I was 16, I began to have spasms. I have no explanation for this, as I never had them as a child. These have also worsened overtime, and have meant covering friends in tea, feeding my dinner to the floor, or occasionally punching someone!! Although I was originally diagnosed with diplegic cerebral palsy affecting mainly my hips and legs, I have some trunk deformities, and struggle to turn my head. My ability to drop things is also legendary as I spend half my life retrieving things from the floor, sometimes causing myself much pain in the process. If anyone knows of a good value ‘reacher’ your suggestions would be gratefully received!

I was adamant that my blog would be about more than just cerebral palsy, however, I figured there was no harm in the occasional post. I’ve always been very open about my cerebral palsy. Hopefully whether you know lots about cerebral palsy or nothing at all this post has been useful to you. If you have any questions (within reason!!) I’d be pleased to answer them. 

since the time of writing I have since found out 4 september is World Cerebral Palsy Daywho knew! !

Esther: Right Place, Right Time!

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Esther: Right Place, Right Time! This is the link to my final Bible Study for Bible Reflections, for now. This one’s on Esther, with an excellent contribution from my friend James on the Jewish festival of Purim, which celebrates God’s delivery of His people, through Esther. It’s both interesting and entertaining and worth reading for my friend’s […]

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Why are disabled people fighting the cuts?

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Jane explains what’s at stake much better than I can. I started allowing care to be put in too lste to apply to the ILF but perhaps I would have agreed more readily had I been given a taste of the kind of independence people with ILF have had. To hsve had it, and no for it to be snatched away is Indeed cruel. Independence is expensive so no one wants to vouch for it, all they see is pound signs. Many will be reduced to the kind of kife I often have. Bored because energy or support or money is not there to di what they want to do. Please pray about ilf if you pray, and fight with us before it’s too late.

Proverbs 31: Inspiring Standard or Incredible Poem

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Proverbs 31: Inspiring Standard or Incredible Poem From the series, ‘Significant Biblical Women’, here’s my latest bible study for Bible Reflections about Proverbs 31, mainly concentrating on verses 10-31. I wanted to debunk some of the myths surrounding ‘her’ story. I’d love to know what you think. If you haven’t already, check out the previous Bible […]

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