caring – My journey with Parkinsons

We are vulnerable, the cared for and the carer

For those of you who are new to my blog, I am a 64 year old woman and am married to my third husband. My first marriage gave me three beautiful children and ultimately six beautiful grandchildren. My second – though it started off well – descended into a relationship of abuse and control. AContinue reading “We are vulnerable, the cared for and the carer”

I miss being me…

You might think that is a bit of a strange thing to say and it probably is. The me that I miss, is the me that is independent and does her own thing. The me that spur of the moment, will jump in her car and go look at Op Shops or go look aroundContinue reading “I miss being me…”

Will you hold my hand?

Not sure if I’ve shared this poem before, but I quite like it so thought I would share today. I shared it on a Parkies Facebook page that I follow that was asking people to share their talent, their arts and crafts. My Mother was a bit of an artist and my home is homeContinue reading “Will you hold my hand?”

Acts of Service…

I came across this on another Blogger’s site. It reminds me of something my husband and I learned years ago from a Counsellor. It is a thing called ‘Acts of Service’. Acts of service, or perhaps my interpretation of it, is saying ‘I love you’ without saying it in words. While it is still lovelyContinue reading “Acts of Service…”