You don’t think of yourself as middle aged. My face is still fairly unwrinkled but young I am not. My physical self has declined due to the Parkinson’s and just plane wear and tear. Aches and pained are constant companions. So not running for this girl, I’m too likely to fly and bounce off the sidewalk with something getting scrapped or broken,
Ambulances are now more of a familiar site as well. I was not quite totally organized to tell the crew were to find me. But between one responder and another I was brought to the ER, check out for for broken bones (none thank god) and one of the people in our community brought me home. And now we starting to arrange for a live in care giver. I don’t get confused often perhaps a c0uple times a year. But until recently this had been due to drug interaction, only the last two years saw events that were disconnected.
For now my brain still works well, especially in the morning. I struggle some late in the day like so many and sometimes I’ll get help getting out of the house.
We saw our daughter the other week and that was great and very sweet.
Meanwhile there’s a whole cadre of loving people who help me maintain a life. Some are paid, others are friends, all are beloved.
When I do walk on the streets, which is not all that often at this moment due to fall risks, I get helping hands from all around. Hands from every side support me and hold me and remind me that many people are good people.
So hold a door open for one who is struggling and don’t spare smiles to those with frowerd faces.
My Gifted Life 