About me

I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Not easy being a woman

The sweltering heat of the summer this year somehow appeared hotter than last year; it's the global warming and the ozone problem I keep telling myself. In reality there's a far more simple explanation: it's the menopause! However in the winter having an internal heat wave fire up like a furnace certainly keeps one warm on chilly days. Why did mother nature bless women with the addition of an extra little something special to keep us busy later on in life? As if wrinkles, laugh lines, hair disappearing and reappearing where least desired, and certain parts of our bodies surrendering to gravity in some kind of manic race to reach the floor is not enough; we are also subjected to hot flashes. You can always spot a woman in menopause, for she is wearing layers, so when her personal thermostat goes awry, a quick rendition of "the dance of the seven veils" is performed as layers of clothing are quickly shed. As for the beads of sweat that start dripping down one's face - how attractive is that? Standing in the post office, any woman fanning herself with the bills she is about to pay, or sticking her face in the open door of the freezer for some respite - are all unmistakable give-away signs of a woman going through menopause. So how lucky am I to have Gaucher, Parkinson's and to top it off, the menopause? I think in my next life, I'm coming back as a man. Men seem to have a far easier time of it.

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