Ataxia
I slur my words; I cannot write,
not even sign my name.
I drop my food; need help to bathe,
To others I look lame.
I’ve fallen down and elbow broke,
so I try not to fall,
for example, when I dress,
I lean against the wall
I’ve cramps a lot, get out of bed
to make them go away.
I bang myself, I spill my drink,
I choke most every day.
I used to spend most of my time
working in the garden,
Now walking’s hard and I am tired
Of hearing that word “pardon?”
I see my pots I used to fill
looking so neglected
and pretend that I’m okay -
to be as expected.
My sense of humour - it is still there
But I must concentrate
Sorry I can’t turn round
Or I’ll end up prostrate!
I used to cook delightful meals,
Now I can’t cook at all,
or cut up food, or use a knife
and cupboards are too tall.
I shake sometimes or spill my drink;
shopping I can’t do.
I cannot drive, I cannot bend,
I’m no use to you.
Internet shopping has changed a lot
From looking at nice gear
to researching a good walker
and aids that are not dear.
Some days are good, some days are bad,
but wobbly they all are,
I liked to drive but had to sell
my freedom with my car.
My husband and our grandson
found cancer at their door -
I may wobble and slowly move
but I do not ask for more.
To see them brave yet positive
just made me braver too
and feel less sorry for myself -
I’ve seen what smiles can do.
My husband he does everything
he knows I cannot do
without a moan (he sings all day);
he really pulls me through.
So each morning that I awake
I’m grateful for the day.
Although I’m not as I was,
I have no pain to take away.
Just been unlucky so the doctor says
to get such a disease,
so I’ll wobble and I will smile
but hope for a cure - please!
I’m grateful for this forum
where you can have your say
and grateful for the help received
from Ataxia UK.
©️LPD