After my ‘pity party’ yesterday, where in a moment of weakness, I allowed
Parkinson’s to get the better of me, I have pulled myself together. We all have
good and bad days, and hopefully more good than bad. It has been my intention
from the very beginning of writing this blog that I speak honestly and share
everything with you. There is little point in me telling you all is fine and
dandy and painting a false rosy picture. It is unrealistic for anyone to stay cheerful every minute of every day - it is not possible - not even for me - the eternal optimist. This is not what you want
to hear, and I believe you deserve to hear the truth about how it is to live with chronic
disease. However, today is a new day and “ I'm back” in full force! You can’t
keep me down for long, and this morning up at the crack of dawn, full of vigour
and spirit I wrote the following poem.
Parkinson’s a hungry scavenger appears,
Feeds upon worry, anxiety and fears.
Speeds up and takes over, if you give it half the chance,
Any invitation; quick as a flash will advance.
Don’t give in and don’t give up; stay strong,
Keep cheerful and positive all day long.
Fight with all your strength and might,
Clad yourself in armour, battle and fight.
This is a war I’m determined to win,
Despite the odds looking rather slim.
Parkinson’s will not triumph; it’s got it wrong,
We’ll beat it together, in numbers we are strong!
Written by Elaine Benton © 2012
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