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.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Call for Help

Having Parkinson's for several years now, my family know me only too well, and over time have come to recognise the signs when something is wrong, if I'm in pain, or simply having a bad Parkinson's day. Particularly my husband and daughter know instantly when I call out for help according to the intonation in my voice. Getting dressed can be quite a challenge, and if I get stuck in a piece of clothing, not able to put it on fully, or remove it altogether, my cries for help are unmistakable, and who ever comes to my rescue usually gets a good laugh seeing me unable to escape my confinement, entangled like Houdini in one of his famous acts. So you see, I do try my best to keep the family entertained!  If I shout in an urgent fashion from the bedroom that I need a bucket; fast as lightening, a bucket appears by my bed, as little explanation is necessary, for it is quite clear, feeling nauseous I probably wont make it to the bathroom in time. There are other times when they hear something smash and me shrieking, which is often followed by some choice words that a 'lady' should never be heard uttering, as I accidentally drop and break something. But despite the difficulties that daily plague my life, never knowing if a day is going to be good or not; I live in hope. I hope you'll take a look at an article I wrote for The Huffington Post. Wishing you all a good weekend, and if like me, you suffer from Parkinson's, may you have more good days than bad.

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