The Last of the Firsts

Today marks the first anniversary of Nigel’s death.  The day that Craig, Ellie, Becky, and I said goodbye to the man we loved and watched, with all-consuming, gut-wrenching desolation, as Nigel ended his life at DIGNITAS in Zurich. He died calmly, happily...

Nigel, MND and Me (13) Nigel’s Cure

September 2016 – The Decision Six lorazapam tablets remain untouched on the table beside Nigel’s chair. He’s sleeping deeply.   He appears calm.  Pleased, but surprised, I leave him in peace.   His sleep is normally disturbed and...

MND, Nigel and me. 11. Who Cares …?

Nigel is shaved, showered, dressed, breakfasted and settled in the riser-recliner almost before he’s opened his eyes.   Barely awake, I mercilessly deprive him of his comfortable bed and barge through his morning routine like a buffalo on speed.  ‘What...

Nigel, MND and Me. 10: Magnificent deaths

You’re back.  I’d almost forgotten.   How stupid of me.  How could I?    From my huge, empty and solitary bed, I watch him sleep.  His new bed and air mattress, a medical profiling bed that allows him to change position at the...