Today in Sunday School I told my friends that I have Parkinson’s. There were a few gasps, and a few saying at least now I know what’s wrong, but everyone was very supportive and tried to be very positive. We even had a special prayer time for me and for my DH, who has the burden of seeing another care giving task in his future. That part of this disease bothers me more than anything else. We thought we would be through with our care giving when my Daddy finally passes, bless his heart, but now it will just start all over again for him at some point in the future.
We can only hope that new medicines and maybe even a cure will be found by the time I am at the stage of needing full time care. I choose to be optimistic and believe that the meds are going to delay the debilitating stage for me for a long time. I am exercising and eating well balanced meals, as well as getting plenty of sleep and drinking plenty of water, too. I hope to be starting the Tai Chi classes soon, as well. If there’s anything more I can do, I will do it. And above all, I know that God loves me.
I’ve already told my dear sweet hubby that I don’t expect him to keep me at home the way we were able to keep his dad and my mother. He will be a lot older and he’ll be doing it by himself, so there’s probably going to be a point where he just can’t do it all any more. I wanted him to know that I understand, but it just upset him to hear me talking about it, and he made me change the subject. I’m going to be praying a lot for him, that he will be strong through all of this. I love him so much.