Parkinson’s disease- a caregiver’s journey
Golden years? What are those? Where is my damn deckchair? Caregiving, like my husband’s Parkinson’s Disease, is a retirement neither of us planned. Lacking the courage to vent my anger and frustration by hurling plates at a wall, I decided instead to write a weekly blog and save my china. Sixty-nine weeks since that first angry outpouring, it’s clear the tone of my writing has changed…become calmer. Can it be I’m more contented now that I’ve better accepted my caregiving role? Hell, though it is, the intention of exposing our personal journey to the public eye is to show other desperate caregivers and their partners we, perhaps all of us, share many of the same struggles.