’Life is a bowl of cherries, not all of them are ripe,
and some are rotten’
I am a survivor of the Polio epidemic in the UK during the early 1950’s and over the past five years have been experiencing the demoralising affects of Post Polio Syndrome ( PPS )
I have written this short autobiography as a means to easing my way out of a period of particular tiredness and anxiety and was suggested by my Psychologist. I hope that it makes you smile and maybe cry, although this is definitely not my foremost intention.
Many of the episodes are drawn directly from memory at the moment of writing and so, over the passage of time, occasionally; events may be betrayed slightly differently than they should. I have, however, endeavoured to be frankly honest in my depiction of the last fifty years of my life and must stress at this point that I regret nothing. I have, for the most part thoroughly enjoyed my life and truthfully hope that there are many years and experiences still to be encountered.
Dedicated to my mum and dad, without whom I would never have survived,
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