Well, we had an interesting donation this week – from “Barack Obama” – or that’s what it said, with a message that just read ‘Hope’. Well, if it was Barack: Thanks!; but I wish to add that Barack Obama and national leaders accross the world are in a position to offer the estimated 100 million women with endometriosis a lot more than £20 and hope! We need national governments to invest in research to discover the cause of endometriosis and find better treatments, so that these millions of women are not debilitated by endometriosis during the prime of their lives!
This is why I am running to raise funds for research: so the next generation is not going to suffer like I did!
My week started in Prague; a very snowy Prague. The Czechs currently have the six month rolling presidency of the EU. I was there to speak at a conference on E-justice, a subject on which I authored a report in the Parliament last year. It was a case of arrive on Monday, speech and press conference on Tuesday morning, then back to Brussels.
The Czechs followed me to Brussels or so it seemed where we had a mini-plenary session attended on Thursday by the Czech President Vaclav Klaus, a rather provocative anti-European, despite, the fact that both Houses of the Czech Parliament approved the Lisbon Treaty this week, it is still remains a guessing game as to whether he will give it his signature.
Anyway after the session on Thursday I head home by train. A journey that allows me to really get into the week’s papers, I see the disturbing discussion about breast screening. What is it with women’s health? On the one hand we have a young woman, Jade Goody, going through a very public death, which seems to have pushed up the numbers attending for cervical smears. Then on the other hand a group of medics tell us that breast screening is not good for us. For me, the additional contradiction that when you have ‘Endo’ you can be screaming with pain and no-one will admit you have anything or can diagnose you, then apparently with breast cancer you can be bouncing around feeling on top of the world and then suddenly find yourself at the receiving end of radical surgery. No wonder women are confused. As a personal compromise I opt to leave my own breast screening appointment until after the marathon and the European elections in June.
With the snow gone, I finally get a short sharp run in mild weather around the village on Friday. I am too tired for anything more and I am holding out for the prospect of a half marathon I have entered on Sunday.
Saturday is an early start for our regional party conference in Bradford. Always good to see so many old friends from across the region and I am reassured and proud of our party when we have a resolution on Palestine and Gaza in the afternoon which is proposed by a member from the Jewish community in Leeds and seconded by a member from the Muslim community in Bradford. That speaks volumes.
I go to bed on Saturday still wondering whether or not I will try to drive down to Sleaford for this half marathon. I am awake early as my body clock is still on Brussels time. The sun is shining but I chicken out and decide to stay at home.
I do my long run along the estuary. It is really mild: the Humber is like a mirror, shining and so still. Through the ‘riverside walk way’, which has been planted by locals over the years, the catkins (or lambs tails as my mum used to call them) are already out. On the Humber Bridge one footpath is closed so it is a case of there and back on the same side and I pass a whole herd of runners coming in the other direction; it must be a club. I am reassured that I like to run alone and go at my own speed even if it is slower. I am out for well over two hours. So I finally begin to make up for the last snowbound weeks.
Diana Wallis
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