Here it is: My A To Z Challenge. An adventure. My attempt at telling you my story. I care for my husband who has end-stage Parkinson's disease.
There is a story about juices.
One I like to tell.
My loved one used to hate oranges.
So never orange juice would he drink.
Until one day I had no other.
So I took a chance and poured a glass.
He drank it down and asked for more.
"What is that juice?" he asked.
But I wasn't about to tell.
Cause I knew he wouldn't want more.
So we just called it the good stuff.
Funny how the brain works
When they've had a stroke.
Funny how it changes them.
In ways you'd never expect.
Like how my man became jealous.
When he never was before.
He was sure I was cheating.
Every time I went out the door.
I would try to reassure him.
Sometimes it would work.
But I always came back home to him.
And that was the important thing.
I worried when we got a male nurse.
I was sure he would think he was my 'friend'
By this time, thankfully, he wasn't jealous.
But he never really cared for the man.
Do you know what it means to be jaded?
It was a word I didn't know
But a friend recently called me jaded.
So off to Google I was to go.
Yes, I am worn out.
Yes, I am weary to my soul.
So go ahead and call me jaded.
Cause I am cynical to the core.
I will be jaded as I serve his juice
And he lets the jealousy go.