We were oblivious to what was to come. Just some tests then we'll know what it is. Ten days or so they said as we left to drive to London to visit Jo, Matthias and Zac and pop in to see Clare and Chris. We were all ok then.
But the phone call changed our mood that same afternoon. We knew it must be something horrible because they were calling us back for the results the very next day. You fell up the stairs at Sharon's and made light of it. But I think we knew it was bad. Not as bad as it turned out to be but bad all the same. How lucky we were that last day to just be unaware. Our last day without those letters hanging like Damocles sword above us. It was coming for us - MND.