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Dear Bernard, Liked your poem. I think, perhaps, that neurologists are the same all over the world. Your description made me smile. Mine was at a loss as to what to do as I sat there crying after I received my diagnosis. Ended up petting my head like a dog. Give my love to your lovely lady wife...Carole --- "bernard.shaw" <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Diagnosis. > > You have Parkinsons I heard the Doctor say, > > Was he talking to me as he looked the other way. > > Of course I did not believe him, who would, > > So I went to another Doctor as I thought I should. > > I tried not to shake or nod my weary head, > > I tried not to think of what the other Doctor said. > > He told me to cross the floor to the other side of the > room, > > Turn round and come back, this really sealed my doom. > > With hesitating steps I toppled on the way, > > I re-crossed the room to hear what he had to say. > > Lay yourself down on the couch and close your eyes, > > Now move your index finger to your nose, I had another > surprise. > > My hand did not obey me at least not straight away, > > Why the heck I hesitated, I really cannot say. > > He told me to pull some faces but my face muscles had no > power, > > I was shaking all over in the space of one short hour. > > Now shake both hands held out at arms length, > > I shook my right hand my left had no strength. > > He asked me many questions, I answered as best I could, > > My soft voice betrayed me, as I knew it would. > > You have Parkinsons, I am sorry to have to say, > > I still did not believe this but he eventually had his > way. > > He sent me into hospital just for observation, > > I now fell apart much to my consternation. > > I fought against this monster, I as stubborn as a mule, > > Until I learned to accept then I felt really cool. > > But I was a fool for feeling so cocky bold, > > As I was quickly shown that Parkinson has its hold. > > Spell after spell in the hospital of my choice, > > With logopaedy training to strengthen up my voice. > > Depressions came a long it was a bitter blow, > > Thinking thoughts that no-one ought to know. > > Years passed, hospitals were becoming part of my life. > > Pain came and went after cutting like a knife. > > A new drug, SINAMET is its name, > > Life is much better after taking of the same. > > In all my sixteen years of living with this thing, > > I truly had some one that made my heart to sing. > > A care giver my lovely lady wife, > > Always cheerful, caring, she has saved my life. > > When I am down in the dumps, depressed, > > Who's loving hands help me to get dressed. > > She bathes me, she feeds me, sees to my every need, > > Shaving me, caressing me, a Care-Giver indeed. > > If there is ever a cure, I am sure that it will come, > > I will ever praise her for all of the work she has done. > > Now to finish off my tale of my Parkinson shakes, > > Let the cure come quickly for all our Parky sakes. > > Bernard Shaw > > > > [log in to unmask] > > http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Photos - Share your holiday photos online! http://photos.yahoo.com/