Conference

Quite a few people commented yesterday about the nice weather we’ve had this weekend. I know there was sunshine but I barely saw it as I was sat indoors in a dark room listening to presentation after presentation at a conference.

Not most people’s idea of fun, but I loved it. Because this was the conference organised by the MPS Society. It gathered together individuals, families, clinicians, surgeons and experts on mucopolysaccharidosis and other related conditions in the Hilton Hotel, Coventry. The whole hotel to ourselves, so no-one around to raise eyebrows at the wheelchairs dancing through reception or a child trying to make a break for freedom being chased down by a harried parent. From the moment we were greeted by the friendly MPS staff, we knew we were amongst family.

There is no doubt of course that living with MPS can be a stressful business, so the weekend started off with a session on mindfulness which Hubby found very useful. T and I managed to sneak in a visit to the hotel pool and then we were ready for dinner, the kid’s disco party and the chance to get to know other families. It’s a slightly surreal experience to meet people that I’ve only ever seen in photos until now, and greet them like long-lost friends. But that’s what it’s like when we’re tied together by this bond. MPS is no respecter of age, background, education or race and it forges close friendships that last through the years.

On the Friday evening we also got to meet our volunteers – wonderful wonderful people who gave up their weekend to take our children off and give them a fantastic time while we sat and listened to all the presentations. It was a little nerve-wracking to send a challenging child like Pudding off with a complete stranger but I cannot sing their praises enough. For the brief hour that I saw T on Saturday – in between their trip to Drayton Manor and the evening entertainment – he talked non-stop about their volunteer and how great he was.

On to the main business of the conference itself – talks on all aspects of life with MPS, from cardiac complications, behavioural issues through to new treatments round the corner. Some of the presentations weren’t for the faint-hearted; Hubby had to look away when faced with slides on carpal tunnel surgery (not me, I find that sort of thing fascinating)! Some were more challenging on an emotional level – looking at Pudding’s future face-on can be a scary thing. And then there were the inspirational ones, like a teenager talking about living with MPS I (Hurler-Schie) who refuses to let it define her.

There was more emotion at the Gala Dinner on Saturday when awards were presented to those who’ve made a difference to the MPS community. People who’ve gone above and beyond to raise money, campaign for treatment or support others. I might have cried just a smidgeon. I blame the wine. Afterwards there was time to let our hair down and have a go at some funfair games while the childcare volunteers continued their stirling work. We even got a little goody bag with items donated by a few companies.

The weekend was inspiring, disheartening, informative, tiring, relaxing and wonderful, and I can’t wait till the next one.

(The photos I have are mainly alcohol-fuelled Saturday evening ones on my phone, so I am illustrating this post with T’s slightly random pictures!)

 

Comments

  1. Katy Brown

    Sorry we didn’t get to chat at the weekend – I’ve been following your blog for a while x

    Katy

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