…til the first batch of intrepid pedallers make the first push.
I hope to be there at the start, with a whistle/ gun(?) / flag, or probably just to shout / whisper ‘go’.
It’s going to be a very emotional night for me, all of those kind hearted people there just for my charity.
I’ll have seen quite a few of the 200 at one hospital or another over these last 4 strange months, but there’ll be a lot that I’ve not caught up with.
Will it be awkward for them, or for me? Very few will have seen me in my wheelchair. A wheelchair categorises you, puts you in a bracket. I’m now a DISABLED person. There are signs telling people like me which way we’re best to go. The absence of a sign may well mean I cannot go there at all.
In SM it’s easy, there are 110 of us scooting about. In the Hogarth tomorrow, it’ll be just me. All 3 foot 6 of me, two and a half feet shorter than before, looking up to everyone.
As I write I’m not afraid of the prospect, but I now feel nervous. I still speak quietly, and tend to slur ( though this has gotten better ). It’ll be loud at the party, louder than anywhere I’ve been for 4 months.
People will only hear me if they get pretty close. I’ll no doubt have a few drinks, and God, I do intend having a good time.
I’ll apologise now for not being able to speak to, and thank, everyone who comes.
But I am so grateful to all of them, as well as to the senders of the many emails that I’ve had recently.
But above all else folks, whatever you do, have a laugh doing it. Make the most of every moment.