I was never much of an athlete so when I found out that I had to exercise to stay well with Parkinson's, I was dismayed. Sweat and I never got along and still don't. Why can't Parkinson's be beat by eating M & M's? That sounds like much more fun. When I realized what a difference exercise made in my quality of life, I was sold. Intense exercise had to be part of my life like it or not. In fact, it helped so much that I wanted to help others realize it, and I got certified to help coach at the gym. I was feeling like a bad ass and that attitude has served me well. My Parkinson's has progressed over the past seven and a half years, although slowly, and some days can be pretty rough. I still find that calling out that bad ass chick inside me helps get through the tough times. I may have many more years to deal with Parkinson's so I hope that bad ass chick sticks around. My dear, sweet husband made this design and put it on a shirt for me. It is my reminder
Do you find that your conversations with friends are dominated by medical complaints, queries, and experiences? The older I get, the more frequent the medical topics arise. Even when someone in the group points out that our maladies are monopolizing the conversation, and we switch to our latest book club pick or Netflix binge, the talk seems to drift back to healthcare. The latest bestseller is hands down more interesting than the latest suggestion to help constipation, kidney stones, neuropathy, fatigue...the list could go on forever. I venture to guess that if our health issues were easily solved, there wouldn't be a reason for so much discussion. But as so many of us know, many illnesses have no clear resolution. Our doctors recommend different treatments hoping that something will help. They want to help, but even some admit, it really is "practicing" medicine in the truest sense of the word. I liken it to throwing spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.