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, February 23, 2018

Angels Who Make House Calls

I was not living but surviving from one moment to the next. There is only so much that the human body can endure, and I felt I was fast reaching a point where I could take no more. The Social Worker assigned to me by our Health Fund was visibly shocked at my deterioration, and so it was in my darkest hour, she sent angels to ease my pain. Don’t worry, I wasn’t hallucinating and most certainly haven’t lost my marbles! These angels were mere mortals of course, just like you and me and bore no celestial wings. They did however offer a heaven-sent service for patients in special circumstances, chronically ill people who are better treated at home rather than being hospitalised or sent to a hospice.

I will never forget the Social Worker who contacted our family doctor recommending I receive pain relief at home immediately through this organization. Her compassion, understanding and ability to quickly put things into action literally saved me, and within hours a highly experienced professional team, consisting of a doctor, a nurse and their own social worker arrived at our house. With their expertise, they administered to my needs giving me a cocktail of narcotic drugs that after weeks of suffering consistent unbearable pain, I eventually found some relief.

This was one of those moments in life that I’ll always remember. I am so grateful to our Social Worker for thinking of contacting them. So, the pain was now under control, but this was no cure for Parkinson’s and we hadn’t really solved anything. We had simply put a plaster on a gaping wound which bought us time, while the disease continued out of control on its speeding journey.

When pushed to the very limits, the human spirit is stronger and more powerful than we realise. My secret weapon was having something important to look forward to. What could be more special, joyous and life affirming, than a wedding? And so, it was the deep unconditional love of my husband, extraordinary closeness from my best friend and the forthcoming wedding of our darling daughter to a young man we have grown very fond of, that gave me reason to live and put up the fight of my life. 

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