"Come in, sit down", the doctors said

"It’s MS" one stated pointing to mum’s head

"Your nerve endings are damaged", they continued to say

"But don’t worry, there’ll be a fix...one day"

What they didn’t explain was she’d be unable to walk

Not to mention the pain and finding it hard to talk

17 years on and there’s no cure in sight

Instead every day is a continual fight

But mum refuses to let it get her down

And tells people her jokes all over the town

Being sad and depressed is not my mum’s style

Her ethos, simple, MS means Make ‘Em Smile

In the summer last year to make matters worse

We’re told she has cancer, we thought we were cursed

She had an operation it’s all they could do

Because of MS "chemo’s no good for you"

The least I could do to raise up some funds

Is lace up my trainers and go for a run

The half marathon I’ve done was a bit of a trial

I’m now doing the big one, that’s 26 miles

I’m asking you now to give generously

There’s 107,000 people with MS, you see

Not just my mum, but people worldwide

So screw you MS, I’ll run, you hide