I spend lots of time reading about Parkinson’s treatments. After all, my quality of life depends on it. It’s like looking through a rain streaked window. Everything is blurry, but once in a while, you catch a glimpse of something clear and you get hopeful that the sun will break through and make everything clear. Then more rain falls, and that glimpse disappears and we wait for another peak of clarity and get our hopes up again.
In my head, I hold on to the clear pieces that I have seen and try to fit them all together. In my head, the researchers have squeegees and are trying to fend off the downpour of toxins, bad genes, head injuries and whatever else they think might be causing PD. (Aren’t you glad you don’t live in my head? It can get pretty weird in there!)
As the population ages, more and more people are being diagnosed with PD and the storm is growing. We need bigger squeegees or more window washers and they both require more money. Either way, it’s going to take the cooperation of many to see the whole picture.
To my fellow Parkinsons warriors, keep looking out the window and hold on to each glimpse of clarity that you see through the raindrops. I’ll be praying for a rainbow.