My best friend told me just before my diagnosis that she always thought I was in a hurry.I would just smile and say "life is busy so I've got to stay up with it or it might get left behind".
Then it hit me ,a disease that I know nothing about and does not run in my family. Little by little,my life was being slowed down.First the tremors and freezing up .I got meds for my problems and life was okay again. Next came not sleeping and constipation. Once again meds were given.I was starting to get frustrated with this "PD" thing but I was coping with it. Time was going by at a fast pace I couldn't keep up with. My handwriting had become a lot smaller but I could still read it.I love to journal and have solved many of my problems with pen and paper in the middle of the night. My writing went from small to something even I couldn't read. During all of this frustration I moved in with my daughter and her family.They are all so sweet and comforting to me. My daughter began to help me with my bath and clothing and remain a good mother and wife. She is my primary care giver and has great emotional strength.Finally came the day that broke both of us down, she has to help me with my make-up.That may seem like a small thing to most people but to us it was a turning point. All I could think of was how our roles were reversings . I don't pray for PD to cure itself,I pray that everyone has a caregiver as good as my daughter.Together, we will take whatever PD throws at us, and I do mean US!