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4 visits I made over a 2 year span
No questions were answered, Of the shakes in my hand
I did the same tests,some they caused pain
You gave the same answers, again and again
On the 5th visit I asked for his honest view
He sat me down, I think I had a clue
But what he said came as a shock
I wasnt old enough to deal with this lot
He made me an appointment to see a specialist
A trip to London was not on my wishlist
But when the time came, we made our way
To Cromwell Hospital, way to spend a day.
We sat in the lounge and waited to be seen
All around us was wealth, it looked obscene
At 3pm he came and got us
We followed him in, he made no fuss
I did the tests as i`d done before
But he asked me to, perform some more
Some of then twice, repeated for sure
At the end my hands felt very sore
At the end we sat around his big table
He told me the truth not spun a fable
He said I`m very sorry to see
It all points to a diagnosis of PD
He answered everything my wife could think of to ask
I sat motionless, my face like a mask
In my mind this question I could only see
I`m too young, surely, to have PD
We made our way out of his room
Out into the open, all gloom and doom
As we made our way along the road
I grabbed your hand, our pace it had slowed
A million things ran through my mind
Answers to questions I`d have to find
Through the gloom I heard you say
Together we`ll fight this all the way
I stopped and turned for you to see
Tears had escaped and ran free
Self pity and doubt you wiped away
Words of encouragement were all you`d say
Through it all I`ve looked toward you
Drawn from your strength, never down nor blue
You`ve egged me on when I`ve been down
You`ve made me laugh and been my clown
The enemy I face cowers from the light
Boy are we in for one hell of a fight
In you I have someone unafraid of the dark
In you I have my own Joan of Arc
Bring it on Mr PD