19 posts from followers and no reply from me – ooo ‘eck
When I get old and losing my hair … well, that hasn’t happened, even though I am now 64. But what HAS happened is that I don’t really have a grasp of this basic technology – my website!
So, this evening, when attempting to “wind up” ( or “wind down” – English is so complicated!!) my “Dawn May Books” company, I took a quick look at the website, just to check on which books were still for sale on it.
And 19 of you popped up – in amongst the ads for Viagra, mineral powder face products, offers to improve sales if I paid out more money than I have – 19 of you saying how the blogs had touched you, were helpful to you, cheered you up and all wishing me luck with my venture.
The most surprising was a lovely mail from Ian Foster, who is now a photographer. I “tried” to teach him French at secondary school 35 years ago, apparently. Oh Ian, send me a photo of yourself. Remind me of my attempts to teach you. If between us we were unsuccessful, I am sure my teaching was just as much to blame as your attempts to learn.
So now, it isn’t French I want to talk about. It’s Parkinson’s. French was always my passion, but this thing is now my life’s work. I’m still keen to spread the word. Once a teacher, always a teacher. Because Parkinson’s affects so many people. We don’t choose to engage with it, any more than we chose to engage with French all those years ago. It just happens to some of us, the unlucky ones.
“It could be you” says the lucky finger, pointing down from the sky on Lottery draw days. Oh yes. It was me. 1 in 500 of us with Parkinson’s. What are the odds of winning the Lottery? Better odds than that? But no point in being bitter about it, is there? I’m carrying the torch, drawing attention to this condition, making sure the world knows and cares.
And especially our children. Children want to understand why Granny is slower and why no-one will talk about it. They want to help. They want to cheer her up, but also to share her story with their friends, their teachers and their families. “Can we talk about it?” asks Jake, finally, because he needs to and of course Granny wants to talk too.
Please get your own copy of the book, read it and pass it on. Share it with your children, your grandchildren, your neighbours, your local school. The more we can talk about it, the better understanding there will be.
And please contact me on firstname.lastname@example.org
I promise to get back to you this time.