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, December 24, 2013

Twas The Night Before Diagnosis

Twas the night before diagnosis, when all through the house,
No one was stirring, not even a mouse.
The doctor examined me with the greatest of care,
Support from my husband who always is there.

The family were nestled all asleep in their beds,
While visions of Parkinson's danced in my head.
Retiring to bed I had a night cap,
To settle my nerves for a long night's nap.

Many thoughts in mind arose such a clatter,
I could not sleep, what was the matter?
Away to my laptop I flew like a flash,
Tore open the cover and threw up the sash.

I had insomnia, but how could I know?
One of the symptoms would arise and show.
Then out of the blue, what should appear,
But poems like dictation came fast and clear.

I wrote my thoughts down, so lively and quick,
I knew others with Parkinson's, like me were sick.
Would relate to my words, and for sure they came,
Followed my blog and came to know my name!

As I started to walk, and was turning around,
I lost my balance and fell down on the ground.
And then, in a twinkling, my dog came to me,
I needed her help as she plainly could see.

I grabbed her fur, on her shoulders put my weight,
And she stood quite still till I was standing straight.
She became my assistance dog from that day,
And is by my side, come what may.

The doctor spoke gently, went straight to his work,
Explained my symptoms, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, from his chair he rose!

He sprang to his feet, to his nurse gave a whistle,
And home we flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, you've got plenty of fight,
"See you next month, until then a good-night!"

1 comment:

  1. Excellent, Elaine! You've put a poem to good use today. Thanks for sharing with us. May God bless you today and tomorrow with His Peace.