I had a visitor last week, and spent a most enjoyable few hours in the
company of a fellow Parkinson's sufferer and her parents who are young at heart
and a delight to be around. Sharing much in common, both of us young-on-set
British born ladies, I only had to look into her face, to see she mirrors my
thoughts, hopes and fears. Her eyes still twinkle for underneath the Parkinson
veil, I see a tall athletic beautiful woman. There was so much to talk about,
and yet our voices no longer strong, and the extreme fatigue dulled our
otherwise enthusiastic conversation. But a deep feeling of communication and
fellowship was very tangible, which almost eliminated the necessity for words.
Simply being in each other's company was without doubt a dose of medicine and a
feeling of support like no other. I presume she pretty much felt the same way. When
living with any debilitating on-going disease, support from fellow sufferers is
extremely important.
I keep myself occupied with writing, although this has
considerably slowed down since my hand writing is very poor now, and typing
extremely difficult, therefore cooking and baking, my passion in life, has become a large
part of my day. My special visitor however, spends several hours each morning
in a wood workshop creating beautiful tactile toys for children, and other
useful items, some are simply for fun out of re-claimed wood, ingeniously
utilising recycled interesting objects that might otherwise have been discarded but
now given a second life. My friend makes gorgeous oversized dragon flies
that adorn the walls of her house and the fences of a nearby local pre-school.
She thoughtfully made one for me and it now hangs on our garden wall amongst
the pretty pink roses in a place of pride and joy, so whenever I look out at my
"enchanted garden" (as I've come to call it) I see a huge wooden dragon fly and
I know I'm not alone.
The visit was over all too quickly, but both of us were by then exhausted. We almost had a race shuffling to the garden gate arm in arm,
but I declared a mismatch since she had an unfair gain over me for being
rather tall (I'm a little short). With those lovely long legs of hers, she had a
distinct advantage!
So the long and the short of it is; one thing I've learnt (well
I've actually learnt many things) but one particular thing is that you never
know what tomorrow will bring or what's around the corner. Live each day to the
full and don't waste your time and energy on things that aren't important or
cause you stress. Life's too short - so take a step back and take time to smell
the roses and enjoy what life holds in store.
keep up the good work
ReplyDeleteHi Elaine. Like you, I was once a Hare, with extra batteries! I am beginning my 10th year of living with PD, and I am a now a full-fledged Tortoise. My world is smaller, slower, quieter. I do everything I need to do, eventually. I get to where I need to be, eventually. I accomplish what I need to accomplish, eventually. I have accepted that I am a Tortoise. Strange as it may seem, I am happy and content being a Tortoise. The difficulty lies with the Hares in my world, who are impatient, or frustrated, or unable to understand my new Tortoise self. Outwardly, yes I am different than I used to be as a Hare, but inwardly I am still me. Tortoises Unite…we shall overcome!!
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