I was diagnosed with Parkinson's at the age of 23. The doctors figured the onset began when I was 18. I am now 58. I have had my struggles and bouts with depression, but my husband has kept me strong. He has always helped me. Physically and mentally, he has always been there.
I can't speak very well anymore, I cannot write and believe me, it is a struggle to walk. But as I wake up every morning I look forward to the day ahead and am grateful for my husband. We have been married 39 years and personally, I think he deserves a break from me, but he says we’re married for better and for worse until death do us part. I know he means it. Did I mention that my sense of humor is still intact?
It would be nice to take a cruise or go on vacation together, but he already has to deal with me plenty. So, I guess God knew what he was doing when we met. He gave me this wonderful man because he knew what I was going to deal with most of my life. I also thank God for my two sons Brad and Jason.
So thank you, my friend, Parkinson's, for giving me a chance to have a good life with the man I love.