Coatsworth
Registered
The football is and has always been a distraction from life for me, all the way from Pleat to Smith.
I wake up each day and check to see that my wife has made it through the night as she lives under the threat of death from Sudden Death Epilepsy. In a bizarre twist, neither of us knew we both had Epilepsy when we first met. Crohn’s Disease would go on to nearly kill me too, but is now just about managed.
In the last three years, my Mother in law has been diagnosed with and is currently in remission from Cancer, my Father in law is awaiting a diagnosis of either Dementia or Alzheimer’s.
My own parents are fighting their own battles too. My Dad is my Mums carer, she was diagnosed with Vascular Dementia with Alzheimer’s in October last year, my Dad then had a fall and broke his ankle last November. Since then he’s had another fall and fractured a bone in his back, been hospitalised and diagnosed with COPD and Mum has been in temporary care since November, but there is no set date for him to be ready to care for Mum again. It’s broken me already a few times and my elder brother too, I live nowhere near Leicester where they do, so I’m up and down the motorway most weekends.
The one thing that united me and my folks is our love of Leicester City, win, lose or draw. My brother was a glory boy and ditched them after we went down in 2002 to support Liverpool. Twat.
So all in all, the football isn’t everything, it’s amazing and wonderful when it goes well for me, but just another pain in the arse when it doesn’t.
Tomorrow, I’ll watch Manchester City and hope they get to the Champions League Final as my eldest son is a huge Man City supporter, they’re his distraction.
I wake up each day and check to see that my wife has made it through the night as she lives under the threat of death from Sudden Death Epilepsy. In a bizarre twist, neither of us knew we both had Epilepsy when we first met. Crohn’s Disease would go on to nearly kill me too, but is now just about managed.
In the last three years, my Mother in law has been diagnosed with and is currently in remission from Cancer, my Father in law is awaiting a diagnosis of either Dementia or Alzheimer’s.
My own parents are fighting their own battles too. My Dad is my Mums carer, she was diagnosed with Vascular Dementia with Alzheimer’s in October last year, my Dad then had a fall and broke his ankle last November. Since then he’s had another fall and fractured a bone in his back, been hospitalised and diagnosed with COPD and Mum has been in temporary care since November, but there is no set date for him to be ready to care for Mum again. It’s broken me already a few times and my elder brother too, I live nowhere near Leicester where they do, so I’m up and down the motorway most weekends.
The one thing that united me and my folks is our love of Leicester City, win, lose or draw. My brother was a glory boy and ditched them after we went down in 2002 to support Liverpool. Twat.
So all in all, the football isn’t everything, it’s amazing and wonderful when it goes well for me, but just another pain in the arse when it doesn’t.
Tomorrow, I’ll watch Manchester City and hope they get to the Champions League Final as my eldest son is a huge Man City supporter, they’re his distraction.
