Dear Enda, please don’t cut our lifeline
My name is Pat O’Mahony. I write to you with a heavy heart, and the concern of a man who is caring for my beloved wife of 30 years, Margaret — a mum of four, a music fanatic, a polio survivor who can no longer look after herself.
I am her hands and legs since her post-polio syndrome (PPS) robbed her of what is taken for granted 20 years ago. Margaret had polio when she was a five-months-old baby. She partially recovered, became employed, paid her PRSI and taxes for many years. But PPS struck in her 40s.
