Most Parkinson’s patients will tell you mornings are rough. By the time the sun makes its debut, the medications have worn off. Without enough dopamine, you feel as if you’re trapped under a fishing net. Another weird thing that many PD patients experience is difficulty rolling in bed. I’m not sure what mechanics are required to turn the body, but I’m now noticing it’s getting harder to do so. When you first get out of bed in the morning it feels strange, sort of like sea legs. Balance is off, and a shuffle suddenly replaces your normal gait.
I recently decided to place my meds on my nightstand so I can pop a pill the minute I wake up. I usually lie in bed for 15 or 20 minutes anyhow, so I figured this is the perfect time to let the dope kick in. I happened to have my camera nearby the other morning, so I took a few shots of what I see every morning.
I have a high window to the right of my bed, where I watch puffy clouds float above tree tops. It’s an ideal setting for prayer. When the light streams through this window, I feel God’s warmth. This is when I remind myself to let go of fears and continue to trust the plan.
Having PD is frightening, I wish I could say it’s not…but I’d be lying. The worst part is knowing your brain is housing a heartless thief that’s stealing your options. It’s overwhelmingly frustrating at times. Not knowing the rate of progression adds to the fear. Being diagnosed with an incurable brain disease has knocked me to my knees. Luckily, it’s also transformed my heart. PD has taught me to trust in myself, others, and most importantly God.
So as I watch the carousel of clouds drift by….I give thanks for everything beautiful in my life.

Guess who? Mikey takes hubby's spot when he gets up to shower. This mutt will lay there as long as I do!













































