My name's Glenda and I was initially diagnosed with optic neuritis over 20 years ago. After diagnosis, I didn't hear from the monster for another 7 years but of course, it found me again and I'm now in a wheelchair with arms and hands shaky. But it is what it is. Sure, some days are harder but I love life, and get on with living it as well as I can. It's all any human can do, I think.
The following is taken from the introduction to my book written by the poet James Nash, whose books are published by Valley Press and whose work has also appeared in many anthologies:
"With these endlessly inventive and marvellous poems Glenda Kerney Brown explores the things that she values, the things that she cleaves to, and the underlying tragedy of our human experience, which is that we inevitably lose (or are lost to) the things we love. Art has the power to hold back and make sense of this tide of loss, and with an artist’s palette Glenda commemorates the past, celebrates the present and contemplates the future in honest and beautiful poetry.
"None of these poems are long (I would argue that they are all of exactly the right length) but they each contain a world of imagery, wisdom and experience out of proportion to their size on the page. Glenda looks at her family, her animals, landscape and nature, and, in language that is suffused with a vibrant intelligence, illuminates them all to us."
Please buy this book, if you can, at 499 pennies, with all money going straight into the deserving coffers of the MS Trust. The book isn't bad either.
Thanks from someone who knows what you're going through.