When your feet first carry you onto this road, you already know there’ll be “good days and bad days.” What you don’t realize is that hope is harnessed to these good and bad days like a Clydesdale pulling a barge. As she clops down the towpath, she pulls you with her. Her name is Hope. You go where she goes, and she follows the twists and turns of those good and bad days. On lousy days, pessimism breaks over your head like surf. On better days, optimism buoys you back to the surface, so you can take a lungful of air, see the sun shine. The Clydesdale never pauses, and as the saying goes, “The road goes ever on.”
We’ve been “down” for a couple of days. Dave's energy levels are inclined to crash fast, and when he’s exhausted … he scares me witless. The saying “dry mouthed with fear” is no exaggeration. This isn't ordinary tiredness. The weariness of motor neuron disease is profound. Soul-deep.
Then your endless research takes you to some webpages ― legit ones, not rubbish. You read something that puts the hope right back into you. (More about that shortly.)
I was going to call this post “Never Stop the Engine When It’s Hot,” borrowing the title of a book about flyers in the Himalayas circa 1930. I’ll write about the same lesson we recently learned, but there’s more to say here, so the emphasis has shifted. The “engine” allusion refers to the wisdom of never turning off an old plane engine while she was hot. Why? Because the hot oil was so thin it drained off, leaving the engine unlubricated when you came to restart it: the engine damaged itself.
It’s a fine analogy for what Dave did from Monday to Wednesday, his three days off last week. He’s still working. He shouldn’t be. After three consecutive shifts, he was so weary, when his break came at last ― yep, he turned off the engine. Wound down and down, so far that the result was illness. I can’t find another word. Now, let’s see you get this engine started again without breaking it.
Every mistake is a lesson, and you must learn from it. The lesson here is that along the MND road, you can’t afford to turn the engine right off. Put it in neutral, let it idle, but never turn it right off, because energy levels fall to frightening depths. So…
Nutrition. Supplements. Protein. Qigong. Kriya. Sleep. Exercise. The engine restarted, but he won’t make that mistake again ― which is disappointing, because everyone deserves the chance to completely unwind. It seems that with MND, bone-deep relaxation does more harm than good. Nobody tells you this ―
In fact, nobody’s told us anything at all yet. We still have four days to stew through till the next appointments (at Flinders Medical Centre), where the diagnosis will be confirmed and they’ll give us a prognosis that will, if I’m not careful, dump me back into the state of shock I’m only just managing to climb out of. Right now, I can’t think too much about it. When I do hear the prognosis, I need to remind myself, like chanting a mantra, they’re quoting averages … they don’t know Dave, his strength and determination. They don’t know me. And though they probably do know about the hundred-and-one things you could do to help yourself, I’d be prepared to bet, they won’t volunteer the information.
Which brings me back to the research, and Dave has scored his first bit of genuine luck. The best MND research, and results, are happening right here in Australia. An institute in Victoria has develop a stem cell technique. No, it’s not for curing MND. It’s for testing drugs about 100x faster than was ever possible before. Take half a century’s work, do it in five. Science is seeking drugs to stop motor neurons dying, and there are about a thousand to test. How long would that take?!
I’ll give you a shock. In the US, the average time it takes to go from the concept for a new drug till that drug hits the wards is 12 – 18 YEARS. Yes, you read that right. Too slow. But ... use the new stem cell testing technique. Suddenly, the promise of a drug that might not cure MND, but would arrest its progress, becomes possible in the time Dave and I have. And that drug would win Dave time enough to wait for the actual cure.
For us, this is all about winning time. And there’s something else: new research “suggested” that a certain chemical plays a critical part in protecting motor neurons (it’s complicated) and makes the surviving ones work better. You can buy this chemical, and it’s safe. Dave did. And took a tiny dose. Whaddaya know? He speech came clear for a couple of hours.
Now, there was an Aha! moment. There was light at the end of the tunnel. Hope returned … and yes, the road goes ever on.