fatigue
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New Year’s Day is supposed to feel like a beginning.January 1 arrives with confetti and expectations—a collective agreement that we get to start over. My body did not get the memo. Parkinson’s doesn’t pause for fireworks or make resolutions at midnight. It doesn’t care what year it is. It measures time differently—by symptoms, by medication…
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Everyone wants a picture-perfect Hallmark movie Christmas, right? The house decorated inside and out, ready to win the neighborhood light-display prize. Right?But what we conveniently forget are the parts of the movie where the main couple has a dramatic breakup, or Grandma gets rushed to the hospital because she’s winded and everyone fears her heart…
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Every morning, I face my own private Olympic event: getting dressed. Take compression socks, for example. Once upon a time, I could just stand, bend, and slip them on. Now, thanks to Parkinson’s and balance issues, that’s no longer the case. Instead, I lay on my back, curled up like a rollie pollie, wrestling with…
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The people in my life are my best medicine, and they are the meaning I can measure my life by.
I have Parkinson's. Parkinson's doesn't have me! 