Parky dreams…occasionally sweet, always interesting

Sweet dreams I have a couple of friends with whom I chat in the early morning hours, usually between 7:00 and 8:00. And I haven’t turned into my mother. Oh no, it’s way less predictable than that. I’ve turned into my grandmother. I guess the “start-the-day with-a-rambling-conversation” gene skips a generation. Here’s a nearly verbatim …

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It’s not brain surgery

But sometimes, it kinda is. I recently received notification that, as someone with a moderate case of Parkinson’s, I might be eligible for a clinical trial for a new gene therapy. Brain surgery! Gene therapy! Them’s fightin’ words. And from where I sit, they’re both words of hope…and also scary as hell. I’d always thought …

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