Damaged but never Broken --
Believe me, I understand the tears. The shock of diagnosis is considerable. I cried every day for a week! All I could think of was that horrible word "progressive." A progressive disease is better than a terminal disease, but when a doctor first confirms that you have PD, it sounds like the beginning of the end.
My first symptoms came at age 51, but I didn't guess they were Parkinson's. A stiff shoulder drew no special attention, because I had had tendonitis in it for years. And stomach problems? Who would think PD would start that way? But so it did, and at age 56 I got the diagnosis.
At some point, we come to terms with this illness. Although I didn't even want to talk about it with my husband at first, now I tell everyone. I never know when the person I'm addressing may have a friend or relative with PD who could gain hope from my long-term case. I have even volunteered at my treatment centre at the university and work with newly diagnosed patients.
Well, forgive me for babbling on and on. Best wishes,