Parkinson’s has stolen from me

My last submission was several years ago, so please forgive me if I repeat anything. I was first diagnosed with Parkinson’s at the end of 2016 by a Parkinson’s specialist. He explained to me the various stages and what I should expect. After he told me about the third one, I stopped him and said, don’t tell me anymore. I didn’t want to think about what my life would be like.

What Parkinson's has stolen

Before I began writing this I was talking to a college friend who I hadn’t spoken to in forty years. He told me about all the cruises he and his wife have been on and European trips.

When our conversation ended, I apologized to my wife and said, I’m sorry that I can’t give you that. My wife is such an amazing woman and I know she doesn’t hold it against me. Parkinson’s is something we have no control over. Parkinson’s, you owe me. You owe my wife and all of those afflicted with it now and who will be afflicted.

Damm you, Parkinson’s. I hate you.