My Parkinsons

I kept falling. And falling. Over a period of 10 years or so. But I stayed in denial, my favorite place. At some point the tremor began until I had problems eating. The horror is that various family members told me I was a drug addict as I have many other medical issues each which are chronic, so I take a lot of pills. Finally I fell once again and needed a hip replacement which after 2 months in physical therapy, I was finally diagnosed with Parkinsons. That was 2 yrs ago. My life has completely changed. No more driving, I can't walk without a 4 wheeled walker, I am in chronic pain, little stamina, can no longer write, I am often confused, depressed, apathetic, afraid to socialize. I gave up my hobbies of gardening and sewing. I push myself every day and small accomplishments are a big deal!! Still the pain and fatigue, keep me down. I am unsure of my caregiver who is ok sometimes, then they completely ignore me. I love my dog and cat each day and they love me. As my daughter pointed out, I have lived one hell of a life and I’m 71, so I didn’t miss any opportunities to go get it!! But I have lost me and that hurts. This is the ME I was years ago, and that’s who I miss.