Around our house, it's hard to go a whole day without using the word Parkinson's. It has a way to taking over your life. Everything you do from hour to hour is a reminder that you have the disease. I sometimes feel like a blob is growing over me, the PD blob. Last April when I was diagnosed, I wrote about how I didn't want to become the disease.
When we got home on Saturday from Frankenmuth where we ate at the Bavarian Inn, I commented to my wife Gladys that I don't remember using the word Parkinson's all day. It felt great to not be reminded for several hours of the disease that's affecting my whole body.
I still couldn't escape my walker that limited my mobility. It was sandwiched in between smiles from four of our six grandkids who were taken in awe by a horse drawn carriage or the making of fudge.
My voice was weak, but the Holy Sprit was telling me to enjoy the moment and I did.