I was reminded today of how much I've lost to a formidable foe. After ten years of battle with Parkinsons Disease, it is readily apparent that I certainly haven't won many of the skirmishes in our war. If you count just maintaining position as a mark in the "win" column, then I'm not too far behind. But it seems that the position I'm maintaining is getting weaker and weaker.
Today my son called on me for help with tearing down an old wood playset in his backyard in preparation for a new one due to be installed in a week or two. I spent the better part of twenty years designing and building decks, so being a carpenter outside working with my tools building something is as natural to me as is a mechanic working inside his garage using his tools to rebuild carburator. I was in my element, happily sawing and hammering. My son was there alongside me working. What more could I want?
How about some stamina? Some energy? Some more muscle control? Those are the things that over the past ten years I've lost and continue to lose more of everyday. These days, if I can realize three to four hours of productive time a day in my workshop, I consider that a winning day in the PD war. Unfortunately those days are getting more and more difficult to find. I keep falling farther and farther behind. Maybe I'll get more of the motivation that kept me working today. Helping my son and working along side of him is a strong push in the right direction.