No one is promised tomorrow……Poem

No one is promised tomorrow
No one is promised next year
So I take each long and winding road
With thankfulness and no fear

I trundle round my lanes and fields
Thankful for the views
Thankful that today is good
Thankful that I can choose

I may not always feel happy
I may not always feel good
But a trundle helps me keep going
Telling me I should

Choose to go this way or that
Choosing which lane to venture
Choosing when to stop and stare
On my little trundle adventures ……

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

14 thoughts on “No one is promised tomorrow……Poem

  1. That’s lovely Wendy….we’ll done! And thank God for trundles and the joy they bring us!😁

    Sent from my Samsung Galaxy smartphone.

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  2. Hi Wendy,

    This song moves me too. It has an achingly sad feel, like some sublime moment ever just beyond reach and so all the more irresistible and tormenting because of that. Think it partly because they broke up around this time, which seemed to represent an end to something equally indefinable about that time. I recall reading that Paul McCartney didn’t like the added strings. They are a bit cloying but it is still a most evocative track. Keep’em coming.

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  3. Hi Wendy 👋

    I have just finished the final page of your wonderful book. It was so insightful and very refreshing to read from your perspective. My mother was diagnosed with young on-set at the age of 52 (now 58) and your book adds an extra layer of understanding. I am so grateful to you and I will promote this book as much as I possibly can to share your experience.

    You are inspirational ❤️

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