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.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Everyone needs a hug
I think everyone needs a hug now and then from someone who really cares. Sometimes when there's nothing to say, no words of condolence or sympathy come to mind, a hug can express what you would like to convey. A seemingly simple action, but one that communicates empathy in a heartfelt way. At a local retirement home, I noticed how the staff in the 24 hour care ward, understood and had clearly been trained with regards to the importance of human touch. Whilst my mother was alive, I was a frequent visitor and over a long period I got to know the wonderful staff and the residents in my mother's ward. Everyone was someone's mother or father, and each had lead a life, brought up a family and were they able to communicate, I'm quite sure there would have been some fascinating stories to tell. I would say hello and greet each person, and it would often take me half an hour from entering the ward until I finally got to sit next to my mother. There was one gentleman with a cheery smile on his face who seemed to love to wave at anyone who passed by, and was delighted if you waved back. A lady who sat with a sullen face, was transformed if you got up close and looked straight into her eyes and gave her a warm smile; suddenly her whole face would light up and she would smile back. My mother had dementia and when visiting, I'm not sure she knew who I was, but upon hugging her, I know she was reassured that I was someone who loved her.
Posted by Parkinson's, shaken, not stirred at 7:00 AM