Friday 9 August 2013

Parkinson’s parcel

When I was diagnosed I was given a Parkinson’s box to put my life into; some things fit in the box while others I have to leave behind.

Each day I fill up my box and post it to myself. When the parcel arrives I very often put its contents to one side and intensely scrutinise the Parkinson's box; its shape and size, is it smaller than yesterday’s box? I forget to enjoy the things I can do, the things I send to myself. The box is incidental; what’s inside is all.

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