JOURNAL 76
3 March, 2016
My darling
I can hardly believe how quickly this first year of your absence has gone. We have begun making plans that will see me spending time at your memorial. I can’t recall if I have described it to you in a previous letter. Suffice to say it is looking better all the time. The pink flowering gum has doubled in size since I planted it almost 12 months ago.
The last time I was there someone took a photo of me alone and alongside the plaque. Just a solitary figure, stooped and reflecting on our life together…..a life interrupted temporarily by death.
I still find it difficult to recall many aspects of that day. (Actually, it was night. 1.55am., Sunday, April 12th, 2015) I might leave further reflections on that until closer to the anniversary date.
What I am conscious of in the meantime is the increasing time gap between letters. There are a few reasons for this change in predictable regularity. I haven’t mentioned it to you yet because there was no certainty. But I can let you know now – if you don’t already know (do you?)
Mr. Parkinson has continued to stake his claim to the extent that my medication is largely ineffective against his raiding parties which are becoming more frequent and with greater success.
But all is not lost. We were told years ago that this would happen. A counter-attack is being planned. The drugs will continue to be used but the delivery system will make them much more effective. I am to be admitted to Concord Hospital on May 2nd for at least 9-10 days. I am to have a P.E.G. fitted so that the medication can be dispensed directly into the small intestine where it will have a much quicker impact. At least, that’s what is supposed to happen!
If it happens the way it is supposed to happen, this will make a huge difference to my life. So much of every day is being discounted by this wretched disease. I get about 8-10 seconds warning that I am about to lose the sense of feeling and strength in my legs. I am pretty useless for the next hour or so while my strength very slowly returns.
Can’t say I’m looking forward to the surgical side of things but if it produces half of the benefit they say, L’ll be a happy camper.
But Until Then,
You remain the love of my life
Mike