My family and I are in agreement as to the time I contracted the disease, it was the week I got married in August 1985. I was already suffering the early signs at the reception and on the Monday after the wedding, my wife and I took her son to the zoo; the weather was so bad it rained from about 10:00 until long after we left at about 2:00 pm.
When we returned home, I found I could hardly breathe and the doctor was called out, for the next two weeks he made a point of doing house calls as he was so worried about me. My health never recovered from that day and in February 2010 my health took another blow, I visited a lady I was chatting to on line, who lived in Catford and on the Sunday of the visit we walked into Lewisham with a friend of hers. By the time we had been out for ten minutes I was soaked through as it rained so heavily. We stayed out until about 8:00 pm, by which time I was so cold I was shaking, then after another row, despite not having eaten or even had a hot drink I got kicked out of her house, frozen to the bone and with five hours to the next train to London, I tramped the streets between the two places in wet clothes on a freezing Sunday night/Monday morning. I have no idea when this disease will claim me, but I do know I will fight it to the end, even if I am always out of breath.
I have many regrets, but also many great memories of times passed, such as my trips to Canada, getting books banned by Kobo-even though not many sell, I have made many good friends on line and few enemies and at all times I have tried to be my polite and courteous self, which most people enjoy reading my comments on line.
The real irony is that friends tell me it takes ten years to get noticed as a writer and I will probably not be around for the day; until the last days I will continue to write-even if nobody buys anything.