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, June 26, 2015

If these walls could talk!

Waiting for my meds to kick in, is not dissimilar to waiting for a watched kettle to boil. The longer I focus on this point, it seems to take forever as I impatiently wait to come “on”. However the other morning I was thankfully distracted by the hilarious antics of our new puppy whilst our daughter attempted to wash the floors. As she moved the wet mop back and forth, our puppy eagerly chased it, and at one point was actually sitting on it as it slid over the floor tiles. Washing the floors clearly looked like a great game to Rosie as she held on for dear life. I was laughing so hard, my sides began to ache (but in a good way). Rosie weighs 4.5 kilos and is growing daily. I don’t think she’ll be able to hitch a ride upon our floor mop when she’s fully grown and weighing somewhere in the region of 55 kilos!

They say laughter is the best medicine – and I have to agree. There is nothing like having a really good laugh to release stress and tension and take one’s mind off a situation. Having a pet, in particular a dog, makes a wonderful companion, especially when a person is housebound and unwell. Although a great deal of work, not to mention expense, the benefits most definitely outweigh the downfalls.

No one can take away happy memories we’ve made over the years. When I think of all the funny things that have happened and good times we’ve had in this house, if these walls could talk, they’d have quite a story to tell. Travelling abroad is not easy for anyone suffering ill health. I have written about this topic in The Huffington Post.