As an international blogger and copywriter, Mariette Robijn of Huizen, The Netherlands has the unique opportunity to share her personal experiences about living with Parkinsonís disease with communities around the world.
ďItís so not you!Ē My friend was right. She casually hit the nail on the head as we chatted by the meat counter in the supermarket. Thatís the thing with illness and loss ó it is so not you. Neither is a Parkinsonís diagnosis at 46. Itís just not how you envisaged your future.
ďFair enough, itís not really anyone,Ē my friend continued, ďbut you, no way, you always make me laugh!Ē
And yet she was right. Parkinsonís is just so not me at all. Because I can do anything and everything ó kids, career, blogs, you name it. Parkinsonís is therefore totally out of the question. But thatís when it hits me: there are some aspects of my life, both big and small, that Iím going to have to give up.
So this is what happens to those struck down with sadness, loss, Parkinsonís disease? We all feel the same ó that no, itís just not right, itís so not me at all! And that's where the acceptance starts and never truly ends. You find yourself on an uphill struggle.
But hold on. Acceptance? What does it actually mean to ďacceptĒ oneís diagnosis?
Right, glasses on, etymological dictionary out. Acceptance is the ďfavourable reception or regard,Ē which implies an element of willingness. According to the Oxford Dictionary it can also mean, ďthe consent to receive or undertake (something offered).Ē
Aah, right! Consent to undertake. Now weíre getting there. For no one wills a ďfavourable reception of Parkinsonís.Ē In fact, this is remarkably similar to something my Oma (grandmother) once said at 101 years of age. Her husband was executed for being a Resistance leader in WWII and her youngest son died a couple of years later. Then her great-grandchild (our own daughter) died just before birth. Despite the tragedies she encountered in her life, she would always say: ďBe brave. You have to agree to embark upon the journey. A journey with an unknown destination. Without knowing why or even how.Ē
Come to think of it, itís also a biblical concept. You can never accept your destiny, because you donít know what it is. But you can accept the journey, the ongoing process of tears, despair, optimism, laughing at your own cynical jokes and falling down and then picking yourself back up again.
Now I understand what Oma meant by: ďBe brave, youíve got to be brave. You have to embark upon your journey with courage.Ē Whether you enjoy the ride or not, whether your journey is Parkinsonís or any other journey for that matter: Undertake it bravely.
And then the oh-so-familiar follow-up question: ďHave you accepted it?Ē A question of genuine concern and empathy from family and friends, but irrelevant.
ďHave you set off on your journey yet?Ē Thatís the real question.