This Thanksgiving will be our first without any of our parents with us. It’s the first Thanksgiving where our older daughter and her hubby take over the reins of being hosts, passed down from my Grandmother, to Mama, then to me, and now her. It’s a reminder that as things change, they really stay the same. It’s a reminder of how very important family is. And how important friends are.
It’s also a reminder that I am no longer the caregiver, a role I held for much of my married life. But now, I am “the sick one” in the family. Parkinson’s Disease does not have any cure in sight yet, but only ways to manage the symptoms, with varying degrees of success and often horrible side effects. It is progressively debilitating, which I’m daily reminded of, as I talk to so many PWP who are so much worse off than I am. I see it in the difference in what I can do now, compared to last Thanksgiving. But, I am so very thankful that I am still able to walk, talk normally, write fairly legibly, use the computer without problems, that my digestive problems are calming down somewhat, that I am sleeping better, and that I am mentally still ME. I pray that I can still say that next year.
You dear cyber friends, who have been a listening ear as I chronicled this journey, you will never know how much you have helped me deal with all that has been going on this last year. You have helped me give voice to my reactions to this disease. I can’t thank you all enough.
I pray that you will all have as wonderful a Thanksgiving as I will, surrounded by family, wrapped in love.