Is a Parkinson’s Life a Poem in Disguise?

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Sherri Journeying Through

I’ve rarely had the thought, “Why me?” Does this mean that I’ve signed my life over to Parkinson’s disease? Is it a sign that I’ve given up?

Last week at my boxing class, I was punching a bag when I heard laughter coming from the other side of the half-wall. Behind the divider were our caregivers, family members, and friends who come to watch and cheer us on. However, I’m not convinced that their sole reason for coming is to encourage us; I think they enjoy the camaraderie with each other even more than watching their loved ones do forward lunges and situps. 

You could call it a caregiver support group. While we are jogging, tripping, punching, or attempting to rise from where we lie exhausted on the mat, they are on the other side of the wall sharing stories. The outburst of laughter caught my attention as I punched the bag, and I thought, “It’s not fair. Why me?” And as soon as the thought appeared, I reprimanded myself for indulging in such notions.

I want to be able to walk and run without inhibition; to eat my dinner without choking; to write legibly or type more than one letter every 30 minutes. I want my brain to do as I command and not stop me in my tracks.

The next train of thought went something like this: 

Yes, why not me? Would I instead prefer that a friend be afflicted with trembling, choking, and pain? My immediate response was “no!” Still, I’d rather not have this bruising of a blessing that appears as a curse in disguise. But just because I don’t want it doesn’t mean I’m going to get my way and be healed by the mighty hand of God — a God who sometimes, in my captivity with this disease, seems far away. 

During the night hours, I realize that my pain, sleeplessness, and cramping are not reasons to whine and wail but are part of a plan to complete His workmanship in my life. 

The word “poem” comes from the Greek word “poiēma,” which means “that which is made” or “workmanship.” Think about that for a moment.

We are a beautiful poem that is being written by the hand of God.

We are a poem written to inspire and encourage those who watch and read our lives. Knowing that, how could we ever again say, “Why me?”

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Ken avatar

Ken

Profound.

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Donna Beitzel avatar

Donna Beitzel

I love Sherry's writing and outlook on dealing with Parkinson's Disease. She inspires and motivates my heart every time. Never give up. We look out for each other. Each day holds promise.

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Sherri Woodbridge

Donna - what a great comment to wake up to! Thank you so much. We do look out for each other!!! May you find today’s promise to be extraordinary!

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