Kaftans and Evolution

Happy New Year to all of my readers and thank you for following my Blog. Lolling and Flailing: The subject of ‘change’ is particularly salient for me right now.  I am unfit.  At 46 years of age, and hampered by having Parkinson’s Disease, I am somewhat unfit and not in my best shape.  I realised […]

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Guest Speaker for Medical Change

I was delighted to be invited, last week, as Guest Speaker at my local Doctor’s surgery, here in the Suffolk Coastal area.  The surgery, which I hold in very high regard, is also a training centre for Trainee Doctors.  My task was to speak with the Year 3 Trainees from Cambridge about my diagnosis of […]

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Out of My Mind

As I sit here, at my desk in my little country cottage in Suffolk, I am thinking about how to convey a self-profile of me as a writer, to my course tutor; someone I have never met and know almost nothing about.  I am studying for a Diploma in Creative Writing.  What would make her […]

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The Brown Envelope

It arrived on Monday, earlier this week.  The arrival of our post was heralded  by our otherwise gentle, soppy little dogs, Oscar and Digby; snarling and barking like savage ‘Hounds from Hell’ as they launched themselves at our front door in an effort to see-off our friendly Postman.  I went outside to our wall mounted post box; installed in […]

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Opportunity from Adversity

Over summer, I have had a lot to think about.  Being diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease has triggered me into re-evaluating my career path.  I started training in Counselling and Psychotherapy way back in 2002 and this career has far exceeded my hopes and aspirations, in so many ways; something I try to pass on to those Counsellors and Psychotherapists who […]

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When Reality Hits

I attended my first post-diagnosis review at Ipswich Hospital, yesterday, with my Neurologist.  Arriving at hospital was for me, as I am sure it is for most people, a trigger for a reasonable amount of stress and anxiety.  Entering the hustle and bustle of this busy building was a stark contrast to the peace and tranquility of […]

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My Whole World in My Hands

I’m getting used to it now; this new label that is Parkinson’s Disease.  The daily interruption of my alarm sounding, every four hours, to alert me to take another dose of medication.  My alarm does not discriminate.  Wherever I am, whatever I am doing, I must stop and take my medication.  If I do not, […]

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