Or so you’d believe if you read, well, pretty much anything. Coincidentally, I’d already decided on today’s topic; I just had to write it. I scrolled on over to my mail, clicked on the icon, and voila! My mail opened on this, from my friend and fellow Parky blogger (and so much more) Sharon Krischer, …
Tag: writing
Positive attitude: blessing or curse
I spent a day recently with two old friends. Someone mentioned another member of our friend group who had just completed her last round of chemo. Everyone made note of her positive attitude in the face of a scary diagnosis. We reminded one another that this friend boasted a naturally optimistic disposition; she fell into …
Hidden talents
84% of us have something special in our arsenal of abilities. Actually, that’s a totally made up figure, but I bet it’s true. But first, I shall treat you to a hilarious little video. This could easily be me ...or any one of us. Next up; here’s a nice little math problem for you; if …
I had my head examined
Wednesday, 3:45 am. My airport chauffeur has arrived. Ooh fun, you’re thinking, maybe like me, associating middle of the night flights with Negronis by the pool, the satisfying thwack of balls being volleyed down at the beach. Um, not exactly. I’m flying from Boston to New York for a PETscan, a requirement for my clinical …
Adventures in Transportation
A wee bit of background. I'm having surgery on my brain as a participant in a clinical trial for a new gene therapy for Parkinson's. Yes, there will be holes drilled into my brain. No, I won't be awake for it, and it isn't expected to be painful. The study provides what they call "concierge" …
Drill baby drill
That’s what I’ll tell the surgeon some months hence as he prepares to inject a virus into the command center of my very essence, that is, my brain. Yes, the clinical trial testing a gene therapy's efficacy in slowing disease progression in Parkinson's Disease is on, baby! In my typical Only Know What You Need …
I’ve Flunked Meditation
I’d just concluded a delightful four-day visit with an old friend in Atlanta. We’ve known each other since we met at Camp.Mataponi in Naples, Maine at the age of ten. We were fast friends for all our nine years at camp, lost touch for decades, and miraculously reconnected about fifteen years ago. Our lives are …
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 …
Continue reading Parky dreams…occasionally sweet, always interesting
My Life as a Reader
I knew something was up with me when I was home from school, "sick- in-bed," as we used to call it. I believe I was nine and in the third grade. There was no such thing as a personal computer, and I certainly didn't have a television in my room, and if I had, the …
My body is a three-car pile-up
Or, if you prefer your metaphors more culinary, a Chinese restaurant menu, one from column A (upper body) two from Column B (from tush to toe). How about cinematic? My life is combination chick flick/ medical drama/black comedy. The point is that I’m living in a shitstorm of maladies. I’m visited with Parkinson’s for starters. …
Moving and Shaking 