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.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

What is loss?

Having to deal with loss is a painful process, and one that cannot be hurried. Each person is individual, and every situation is different. We all have ways of coping, but sadly there are those who do not have the necessary tools and like an ostrich spend a lifetime with their heads buried in the sand. Facing loss straight on is not pleasant or easy, taking great strength and courage to move on with one’s life, despite the sad situation. One normally associates “loss” with someone dear passing away. Although without doubt, death is by far the worst form of “loss”, it is not the only one. In the Oxford Dictionary, the definition of “loss” is: the fact or process of losing something or someone. The loss I speak of today is the loss of dignity, independence, and the life one had hoped for. When diagnosed with Parkinson’s, I was well aware of what lay ahead, the various stages which await me, I take pains to be well versed with the disease and the symptoms I encounter; one could hardly say I’m in denial. Yet each time I am faced with another loss, I have to muster up every ounce of emotional energy to accept the ever changing limitations of my situation. This “loss” naturally affects my husband and daughter, as although I am thankfully very much still here, they have lost parts of the former wife and mother who would once walk the dog for hours, be as quick as a flash in the kitchen, full of energy and vigour, like a dynamic energiser bunny I only knew one speed, and that was “fast”!

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