But I am alive and kicking, and walking and dancing and... everything. I'm going to enjoy this day no matter what Old Man Parkinson says. And at the end of the day, I'll raise a glass to Mom and tell her that I love her, but I won't be seeing her just yet.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Today is my 52nd birthday. This is the same age my mother was when she died of cancer. I know it's silly, but somehow I feel that if I make it through this day, I will have passed some kind of significant milestone. What would Mom think of me now, I wonder? If she could see me, she would see a woman old before her time, I think. It would have made her sad.
- 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.