If you had asked me two months ago how confident I felt about enduring the physical demands of this trip, I might have seemed positive, certain and raring to go. That’s because there was still time … time to train, to prepare, to adjust.
Now that I am almost out of time, I’m not so sure. My sore knees – something that I battle to keep in check – have become a concern. My lower back, always a nerve impingement risk, is stiff and pulled. And my low blood pressure, a reaction in part to my many medications, has become increasingly bothersome. Two days ago I fainted when getting up to hug my son – totally out; I dropped like a rock – though he caught me and avoided injury.
Daunted? Defeated? Want to call this off? Not on your life. I know how big a deal this is to me, to my friends, and to the Parkinson’s community. I think how proud I feel when I hear accounts of people with Parkinson’s doing exceptional things. It is my turn now to represent the wonderful people with PD who show daily resilience and grace under difficult circumstances. And I feel powerful gratitude to my travel mates – Jim, Mike and Darlene – who not only helped devise this plan, but made it happen through sheer force of will. I sure want to make them proud.
Okay, now I’m hyped. Let’s go.