Dying to Live: A Guide to Living with Motor Neurone Disease

How much more time do I have left? I fell for the second time yesterday. Am I deteriorating more quickly than I thought? I will have to be fed. I will have to be helped on the toilet. These thoughts churn in my mind. For the first time I have a genuine fear of what is to come. I've held it together until this point, but processing all the information about the future is too much. I can't stop the tears. How much longer will I still be able to walk? To speak? To act normally? It has been nea...