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.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

No glass slippers

There are times that I feel almost invincible, thinking if I keep my spirits high, with a sense of humour, refuse to give in and remain as positive as I can, I'll beat Parkinson's at it's sinister game. In reality, we all know if you have a bad hand of cards from the outset, no amount of bluffing can ultimately change what you hold. Good friends came over the other night, and had thoughtfully prepared a wonderful supper and feeling right at home, had within minutes filled the table with a feast fit for a king. We sat and tucked in, talked and laughed and it was great to spend time together. However, 9 pm arrived, (the witching hour in my case), and as if someone had removed my batteries, all energy seeped quickly away and left with no choice, I unwillingly surrendered to Parkinson's. Our friends knowing me well, could immediately spot the sudden tiredness that engulfed me, the frozen look on my face and a general "out of it" look that anyone suffering from  Parkinson's will know exactly what I mean. It's at this point, I have no choice other than to go to bed, bringing a delightful evening all too quickly to an end. Parkinson's is a "party pooper" to put it mildly, and late evenings have become a thing of the past. At least Cinderella stayed out till midnight, where as I'm in bed by 10:00. No glass slippers around here - just good orthopaedic footwear!

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