Thursday, June 11, 2009

Traces of Parkinson's

I have noticed all kinds of things accumulating around me. In my house, my purse, my car, my desk at work. Medication timers, pill boxes, pill cutters, pills in bottles and blister packs and powders in white envelopes. I have a little purse around my neck most of the time; it holds my medication timer and meds. I have a collapsible cane and a shoulder holster to carry it in; it hangs in my closet most of the time, unless I have some serious walking to do.

Downstairs by the computer are old versions of flyers and handouts for various fund raising events I've participated in. There are printouts of jewelry designs (also for fund raising events). Our hard disk is filling up with my designs for T-shirts, pamphlets, flyers, banners, jewelry, all for fighting Parkinson's.

I've also noticed that Parkinson's apparently causes piles. Piles of unwashed laundry, piles of unfolded clean laundry, piles of dishes, piles of old newspapers, piles of bead containers and craft boxes.

I don't know where I'm going with this, or why it makes me sad. It's just a sad kind of day, and I sometimes wish all these traces of Parkinson's would disappear and everything would be like it used to be. On the other hand, there are so many good things I've accumulated, I wouldn't give them up for anything. Especially the friends.

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I'm a lucky lady. I have a wonderful husband of 27 years, a fantastic 25 year old son (I'm so proud of him!) a loving and supportive family, the best friends in the world, a job that I love, and... Parkinson's Disease. I was diagnosed in September 2006. That was a jolt, but I'm learning to deal with it.