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Kahnee

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Or The Return Of The Spac, if you will...

 

As most of you know, when I'm not killing horses, telling jokes to disinterested punters, watching films or reading light-hearted stuff about life in North Korea, I like to relax with a f***ed-up neuro system. It's how I roll (usually as I fall over).

 

With that in mind, the following begging link is about to be Tweeted, Facebooked, e-mailed and explained in words of one syllable to IT-illiterate parents. I'll post the full spiel here, with the link at the bottom. Last time you guys helped me raise a s***-load of money when I ran two 10ks, so if you could help me again that would be fantastic. (Leo doesn't have to give as I got a joke out of him...)

 

The spiel:

 

So, here's the thing.

 

A few years ago, I ran two 10k races in two weeks, was barely able to walk afterwards, but I raised near to £2,000 for Multiple Sclerosis research. Which was amazing.

 

Aware I was approaching the big 4 0, late last year I decided I'd run the London Marathon. A genius plan which fell down in one simple area - my legs weren't on board. Running is no longer for them. So some scaling down was needed.

 

Which is when I spied the Walk For All event. Ha, I thought, if I can't run, I'll walk. And why do one when you can do three? Exactly. Makes perfect sense.

 

Some background might be good here, I feel. For those of you who don't know, I have MS (I know, I should talk about it more...). I was diagnosed in 2006, having had my first major episode in 2002. Doctors, they like to think about their answers.

 

Actually, this is no longer accurate. Some trawling through my memory banks has revealed I may have had an episode (why do they call them episodes? Because when one ends we're just waiting for the next to start. I'm here all week) in 98/99. I honestly can't remember when it was, just that it was a pancake race, the paper I was working on insisted us reporters go take part in such frivolity. Off we go, run, run, and as I pass Superdrug, my legs go. Like fainting, only I'm fully conscious as the pavement comes up to meet me. Nothing lifts your self esteem like being helped to your feet by a couple of genial OAPs in home-knitted hats.

 

And that was that, I thought no more about it (clearly, as I can't remember which pancake day this landmark event happened on).

 

Fastforward to 2002, and an inability to hold a yoghurt pot becomes not being able to move my am or leg. In less than 48 hours. Two weeks in hospital, one dose of steroids, and I'm told it's Sclerosis. Singular.

 

It doesn't become multiple until 2006 when I lose the feeling in my hand for an afternoon. Pathetic, when you look at it like that. Life changing moments should be HUGE, not so pathetically piddling as to be barely noticeable. Still, such is life as the French say.

 

The HUGE bit came two years on, when a seemimgly damp feeling in my foot became no feeling from the waist down in just a few days. This one was fun, though, because while all I had was a strange tingling sensation everywhere south of my naval, I was still able to walk. This was put down to muscle memory (by me. But a trainee GP with the bedside manner of Crippen agreed with me, so clearly it must have been the case), and meant two things - one, I could still walk, two, I'd knacked both knees. Yes, they were moving but, unable to control the load being shoved through them every last tendon went for a burton.

 

On the upside, I knew when the episode was over because I could finally feel how much pain I was in. Every cloud...

 

So that's how we got to here. Looming birthdays and a body that has its own agenda - and one I can't control (two years in therapy and I'm finally getting my head round this bit. Kinda.). I now accept there may come a point when I can no longer walk - and to be honest, as long as my electric wheelchair is all-terrain and has cupholders, I'm OK with that. But that's not now. And not this year.

 

Hence the walks.

 

MS is affecting more and more people, and sufferers are getting younger. I was 29 when I had my fortnight's holiday in Wakefield's finest hotel for the neurologically knacked. And I was one of the older ones.

 

And still there's no cure.

 

I could explain about anti-bodies attacking the myelin sheath (snigger, he said sheath...) around the nerves, leading to signals not getting to where they should; I could bang on about lesions on my brain and spine where no signals can originate or get through (kinda like being with Orange - three networks and still no coverage), but why bring the mood down, eh?

 

Let's just agree that MS is s***, and like other terminal (or life-limiting - is there nothing people don't try and put a positive spin on?) illnesses it needs binning off pronto.

 

Which is where you come in.

 

While I'm getting up early, putting on my walking shoes and polishing my stick over a cup of tea, you'll be tucked up in bed. Just think how much warmer and cosier you'll feel knowing you donated to my endeavours (well, our endeavours as Mrs J will be with me every hobble of the way, but let's keep this about me, eh? I'm the ill one here...). I know times are tough, money's tight and things aren't getting any better - even if George Osborne thinks he's doing a brilliant job - but if you can help I'll be so grateful I may even say thank you.

 

You don't have to give much - a quid'll do. Maybe don't have that fifth pint and give me the £2.80 (or £12.72 if you live in London). I'll bring the dog round and you can tickle his head. You'll like that.

 

Thanks for any help you can give. If I remember, I'll write a little report about each walk as I soak my aching bones in red wine, and we can share the experience. You from your iPad, me from The Dales, The Peak District and The Lake District.

 

Tally ho...

 

The link

 

Let the abuse begin :popcorn:

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Cheers mate - clearly the sudden rush of traffic crashed the servers

 

good work Kahnee

 

will help out of course; but I'm not sure stickies work that well unless they get referenced all the time from other threads....but hey that's just one man's opinion

 

 

 

also, when MS becomes painful, aren't you supposed to consume a s***load of weed?

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good work Kahnee

 

will help out of course; but I'm not sure stickies work that well unless they get referenced all the time from other threads....but hey that's just one man's opinion

 

 

 

also, when MS becomes painful, aren't you supposed to consume a s***load of weed?

 

One of life's rich ironies - doesn't really affect me. (and before you start, I've had the 'not had the right sort' conversation many, many times)

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Can I just say a HUGE thank you to the guys who have given so far - I won't name names, but we're both blown away. Hitting £250 on day one seems amazing

 

 

 

 

 

Right, that's enough of that. You're all c****. Who wants a beer?

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It's not on this - now my cancer turned out to be fairly feeble you're getting all the YNWA sympathy after that Kahnee.

 

Oh hang on a minute - there isn't any, we're more likely to be added to the death thread. I'll just give some money.

 

Seriously though mate great cause and good luck with the walk. When I went mental I had lots of twitching muscles from the stress, so I thought I might have MS and I read quite a bit about it (I know, I know).

 

It's a tough gig and a very worthy cause as it affects many people the world over. Well done mate will give a donation a bit later after the kids have had their breakfast!

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Nice one - cheers.

 

Just tuppence away from hitting the halfway mark. May have to raise the target...

 

thats my fault. i meant to donate another 2p to round it up, but hit the wrong button and sent it before i realised. i'll give you 2p when i see you next

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In case you think I a miserable bollix - I am waiting on a new debit card having lost the old one, reported it and when I found the f***** an hour later I was told they couldn't rescind the 'stop' on it. 7 - 10 working days FAK!

 

Anyways I'll get back to you.

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wouldn't surprise me, but uuhm, what about?

 

If you can't remember what you said, I'm not reminding you

 

Don't sweat it Bootsie, you've got til September :cool:

 

thats my fault. i meant to donate another 2p to round it up, but hit the wrong button and sent it before i realised. i'll give you 2p when i see you next

 

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If you can't remember what you said, I'm not reminding you

Don't sweat it Bootsie, you've got til September :cool:

 

 

you've lost me...

 

edit: anyone know what kahnee is on about?

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