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, November 7, 2014

Can I get any slower?

I did have just one speed, and that speed was super-fast. This was of course in the years BPD (Before Parkinson’s disease)! Now days it’s quite a different story and I often feel like I’m walking through glue. It takes great effort and persistence to get things done, and even achieving and completing the smallest of tasks sadly becomes a huge accomplishment.

A friend of mine, who is a fellow Parkinson’s sufferer, coined the phrase “living in the slow lane” which perfectly epitomizes how every part of our lives literally becomes smaller and slows down due to this lousy disease. Whether one likes it or not, and no matter how much one does to deter Parkinson’s python like grasp over the body, sometimes it’s just not enough to ward off the natural course of progression and deterioration.

It’s most definitely not a choice, but I’ve suddenly found myself living in the slow lane, along with my friend and no doubt millions of others around the world. To put it mildly – it kind of stinks. This is not what I envisaged at the age of 51, and my life has taken a completely different course than the one I envisaged. I’ve had enough of living in the slow lane. I want to be a shiny bright red Lamborghini, flying down the highway at top speed, but instead I am slow like an old fashioned English milk float that crawls at a snail’s pace in the early morning, making its rounds delivering pints of milk in the neighbourhood. I’m showing my age, for I don’t think these electric delivery vans even exist anymore.

Have you ever wondered why you end up with an odd sock after doing the laundry. Where does the other sock go to? Never give up hope! 

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful HP article this week, "Never Give Up Hope". I understand why you write and you should know that it's a great inspiration to me as I begin my own writing journey. Thank you Elaine.