"We all have
undeveloped territory; it's under our hats." unknown
I recall the elaborate wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Di. There was
more fanfare than the return of anything I had ever seen! Television
stations showed the event live, with the elegant dress by attendees,
charming horse-drawn buggies, and a cathedral that we have never seen the
likes of in the U.S. And of course the Princess was so beautiful (the
Prince . . . well, he was most fortuitous!), that she actually radiated! I
recall the priest saying, "This is the stuff of which fairytales are
made."
Dreams are analogous to fairytales. And I'm glad some of my dreams never
go from the fictitious to truth! I am prescribed a sleeping pill to take
each night known as Ambien. One must be ready for bed when swallowed,
doctor's orders. Within a few minutes the drug puts you in la-la land,
ready or not! It's classified as a hypnotic, and I know why.
I took an Ambien pill a day or so ago and decided to stay up "a little
longer." The next morning, I awakened around 10:00 a.m. (late for me)
dressed in my husband's discarded clothes that he usually leaves beside
the bed each night. Then I scuffed to the kitchen where I found a dirty
Chinese carton of half-eaten Egg Fu Yong and a strawberry pop-tart with a
trail of crumbs leading to . . . could this be? Yep; I later found my own
discarded clothes stained with Egg Fu Yong gravy and covered in pop-tart
crumbs!! And I remembered NOTHING!
Not all of our dreams are actually lived out as mine was, but if we can
dream it; I believe it can be done. Dare we to dream of a cure in our
lifetimes for Parkinson's? One day will people see my "scars" from PD
(contracted hand, my cane in the corner, or old stitched scars from a
fall) and ask, "Were you sick earlier in your life?" Just like my smallpox
scar on my left arm, a quandary to my children; I dream of a day when
steps won't give me problem . . . when "on" and "off" will only have
reference to a light switch, and when the medical dictionary will define
Parkinson's as "an eradicated neurological illness."
People with Parkinson's are dreamers - possibly a prerequisite for the
disease. So why not dream big; dream the impossible. Let's dream "the
stuff of which fairytales are made!" Then, let's make our dreams stronger
than fantasy - let's see that they happen!
by Peg Willocks
