Ahhh Simon, I wish I'd had your guts the year before my wife passed away. We were attending the DC @ Veterans Stadiumin Philadelphia(notoriously hot in the summer). My wife was in pretty bad shape, but but being as young as she was, she didnt like the thought of using a walker, or wheelchair. So, she struggled, holding my arm and walking quite gingerly.
There was no way she could have sat in the sun, so we chose seats which were in a shaded area, and reserved for elderly and infirmed. At our first attempt, a badged boob(attendant) came to us and told us that we couldnt sit there. I told him, "Shes ill." His response, "she doesnt look sick." So we went to another section of the stadium.
Again, we were told we ouldnt use that section. Again, I explained our situation. His response' "Well, whats wrong with her?" I told him, " Like I said, shes ill."
Apparently, one cant be young, and terminally ill in the BORG.
My wife looked @ me with tears in her eyes, and said, Lets go home." I readily agreed. We ended going to another convention a few weeks later @ Naussau Coliseum in L.I., NY. It was an indoor arena, so the only concern as not having too many steps to climb.
Such love that they didnt even trust what I was telling them.
Boozy