Do Not Go Gentle

Grab the cuppa of your choice and make yourself comfy, this is a long one! But it may also be the most important and passionate thing I've written.

I love Dylan Thomas' poem 'Do Not Go Gentle'. (Click here to go to YouTube to hear the full poem read by the man himself.) I know, I know, it's about death, but actually I think it's about life and how you live it. We all have challenges of one kind or another; do you just resign and submit to the hand you've been dealt? Or do you strive for 'life in all its fullness'? And what does that mean for those who are very severely ill, who are already in a living death?

Another poem I've thought a lot about lately is Invictus:

"Your Call Will Beyonce As Soon As Possible"

Communication can be a hit-and-miss affair when you have ME. Between variable cognitive impairment and muscle problems (all the way from slightly weak, or a bit of twitching, to temporary paralysis), things can get a little tricky! Even if you can work out what you want to say and have the physical ability to speak, sometimes there just seems to be a huge block between the brain and the mouth, and the words you desperately want to say just won't come out.

And sometimes, as far as you're concerned, it's all worked fine - but then the blank/confused look in the other person's eye tells you something got lost in translation. I was once part of a hilarious online conversation where we were all recounting funny stories of ridiculous things we've said or done because of ME cognitive problems. One person's story went something along the lines of,