PwP "Person with Parkinson" Continues the fight!

 Today I sit in the kitchen staring at a box. The pink letters appear to smirk at me! How did I get to this point in my life? I’m not old enough for this-Depends-really? Chalk it up to one more assault on my body by the local Parkinson dragon. Not just the body but the mind and emotions too! I sent Easter cards to 15 grandchildren and of course got several addresses incorrect! Why do I try? 

I try because I must! I try because I have to keep fighting. I try because I can’t let him win ! When I wet the bed;  when I burn the rice pudding; when I send the wrong e-mail to the wrong person I must NOT give up or give in to frustration or discouragement.  “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or panic, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you” Deuteronomy 31:6

This I tell my grandchildren! This I tell myself! There is no mountain too high or valley too low that God abandons me! So as hundreds of little green pills fall off the counter at 3:00 a.m. I turn on the light and say to God (as my blind friend used to say:) “God, you and I can do this together. So lets get started.”

Maybe an update would be helpful. If this is the first time you have read my blogs; I’m a 76 year old “old” lady who has been married almost 55 years to the most amazing care-giver, (more on him later), and we have six wonderful children, one son-in-law, four daughters-in-law, 15+ grandchildren, another one to arrive mid June, and two great-grandchildren! Whew! Our quiver is full to bursting at the seams. We are so blessed! 

With blessings sometimes come curses. On which side of the fence does a 14 year Parkinson Disease diagnosis sit? A blessing or a curse or somewhere in-between.

Not certain how to answer my own question. I pray this will become a bit clearer as I examine it from all angles in writing this blog. 

My dragon friend  has become a larger menace in my day- to-day walk with God. I cling to my husband’s arm while I go over the curb fearful I will trip and fall or I  struggle with the tremors to dig out the correct change at the checkout counter only to drop most everything from my purse on the floor! I could go on and on.

But my purpose now is twofold: convince myself I really DO have a debilitating disease and share my experiences so others who may be either walking a similar road or touching those who do can laugh a little, cry a little, and just say. “Yup, I get it”.