It is difficult to see my mom struggling with anxiety more often now. Most of the cause is that she realizes she isn’t getting any better and is feeling that someone somewhere should be able to do something. Her nurse came today and they had a really good conversation. My mom typically will not talk too much and will just say everything is ok. But today, she told the nurse all about how she felt and that she wishes there was a magic pill that would make her feel better. The nurse was so patient, yet honest as they discussed the symptoms, effects, and progression of Parkinson’s Disease. In the end, my mom said she felt a little better knowing that we can call the nurse when she feels super bad. The nurse also gave us a few more tips. To me, it was reassuring to talk with someone who understood. We were assigned a new nurse and this was only the 2nd time she has seen my mom. I don’t do well with changes like that, but I was determined not to let it upset me. I thanked God for the new nurse and her wisdom before we met her. It turns out that her father had Parkinson’s, so she has had a lot of experience. Today I was particularly grateful for her.

I Found God today in our new nurse and the good conversation she had with my mom.