Losing my rhythm

Before the emergence of my Parkinson's, I had a certain rhythm, whose beat structured and eased the interaction between my mind and my body to such an extent that I didn't notice it. My body was like an orchestra fully responding to my instructions as conductor. My life responded to the music and I danced the best I could to the rhythm of work and play.

Now Parkinson's has taken away my rhythm. It has disbanded the orchestra until I'm left waving my baton to empty chairs. My mind and body are out of sync and dance to different music. Without this foundation it is difficult to keep up with the rhythm of life or find someone who dances like you. A Parkinson’s life is an arrhythmic life.