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.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Lost and found department

Being housebound most of the time; when the opportunity arises to get out, I jump at it. Like an enthusiastic teenager (in my mind I hasten to add) who's been offered reprieve from doing homework; with great eagerness, I put on my shoes, as quickly as a Parkinson's patient can be expected, and I'm ready to leave the confines of the house. This morning, I accompanied my husband who had a meeting near the sea front. So here I sit writing to you all, looking out of the windows of a cafĂ© on the beach. It's early  morning, the sun is shining despite a fresh wind and a slight nip in the air, as I watch people take their daily constitutional along the promenade, walking their dogs or those with purpose in their step smartly dressed are off to work. The waitress brings my coffee and watching the sea, the waves and white surf crashing repeatedly on the shore, washing away the worries and chaos of life; even if for a short while,  I feel at peace and relaxed. Out of the house, seeing a different view, makes a very pleasant change and important for any disabled person. I see a young couple holding hands as they stroll along the beach and my mind goes back to the days when my husband and I would walk hand in hand. I loved to walk, whether it be the beach or the forest. Walking and exploring is something that Parkinson's has taken from me; a pleasure I've lost, and would dearly like returned. Maybe I should try the 'lost and found' department and see if anyone has handed in my 'lost ability to walk'. Sometimes it’s the simple pleasures, that when lost, leave the largest impact.

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