| I work for my uncle |
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My uncle was walking across the dance floor at my cousin’s wedding when he fell like a rock onto the floor. Everyone thought “heart attack.”
That wedding was about twenty years ago. My uncle is now in his late sixties. He has Parkinson’s, not heart problems. My uncle hasn’t worked since and for many years they struggled to find medications that could help, even a little. Every day he wakes up and decides which chair he will sit in for the next 8 hours. Crossing his legs takes a good deal of time and effort. A cup of coffee has become an enemy. I am hopeful that one day they will find something to help smooth out his movements. Until then, I pray he continues to keep his mind and spirit high. |
