What goes up, must come down by Leah Alstin

I don’t want to have FA. I don’t want to use a walker. I don’t want to fall over. I don’t want to go to appointments every day. I don’t want to have to calculate and concentrate on every move I make, every word I speak, every single thing I do really. I don’t want my children to have a mum with FA. I don’t want my husband to have a wife with FA. I don’t want to be scared of the future.