July 12, 2017

I'm Back to Blogging, but with a Renewed Determination to Follow My "Less is More" Mantra.

Looking back, I noticed I only posted once a month in April, May, and June. The first half of this year was lousy health-wise... my worst time ever. It began with a January fall that fractured my hip, which led to a three-week hospital stay for hip replacement and rehab. Other issues -- with names I'd never heard of before, like hyponutremia and orthostatic hypotension -- added to my miseries.

Those problems simply exacerbated normal health declines associated with my aging (I "celebrated" my 88th birthday in May) and nearly ten years of diagnosed Parkinson's disease.

To Blog or Not to Blog
That was the question I debated. Even before this year's setbacks, I knew my blog was becoming another example of my obsessive/compulsive/addictive tendencies. "Anything worth doing is worth overdoing" was my way of dealing with cigarettes, alcohol and sex.

I could have spent all those hours at the computer in other ways like exercising, meditating, or enjoying other pursuits.

That's the downside. Here are some positives:
  • I enjoy working on the blog. Both the writing and the researching are fun.
  • Feedback from readers tells me that the blog helps others who are struggling with issues stemming from Parkinson's disease and aging.
  • Working on the blog has given my life a sense of purpose and passion. Researchers have found that having a purpose is associated with happiness, better physical functioning, even better sleep. I'll take that!
  • Anul Gawande's bestseller Being Mortal explores our society's reluctance to talk about death and dying. As my family and friends know all too well, I'm willing to talk about anything.
I've always enjoyed telling others about my travels to new places. I'll be using this blog to report on my final journey.

2 comments:

Mary said...

Glad to see you back. I am in my 70's and no problems so far but have enjoyed reading of your approach to solving the ones you encounter.

Anna said...

Interesting, John.

I think a lot about the entire 33 years spent with my beloved, late partner, who passed at age 77 in 2014, and I swear the signs were there already in his early 40s that he was headed for the PD diagnosis at age 65. (I believe he also, or perhaps alternatively, had Lewy body dementia, which manifested in full force near the end.)

But my reason for posting here today is to mention that he, too, was a type of personality who seemed to believe that anything worth doing was worth doing in excess. :-) Case in point: He was always fastidious about his appearance and he loved beautiful business suits. (He looked wonderful in them, too!) Early in our relationship, he used to drop off and pick up dry cleaning every Friday evening. Well, there was a flower shop next to the dry cleaner, so he would also pick up a dozen red roses for me every Friday evening. For the first few months, I was so touched by his dedication and sacrifice, which I know were out of genuine love for me. But as the months wore on, it somehow became too much. It started to feel mechanical, robotic, mindless. Maybe it wasn't that way for him, but it was for me, and after about 52 weeks of 1 dozen red roses, I finally demanded that he stop. Sometimes I wish I hadn't. It was the first of many misunderstandings that came between us.

Thank you, John, for staying with us and inspiring us for as long as you can.

Anna

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