I wasn’t diagnosed too long ago. But as most of you know, I’ve struggled with symptoms of PD from age 18 onward. Now at 42 I have a real complaint for some of those on my medical team as well as some of the doctors treating my fellow Parkies…or at least I did.
Now how should [...]

My Aunt China had a dog named Señor Patas, a Spanish name which roughly translates into English as “Mr. Feets.” He was a pathetic pressed-ham of a dog, squatty beyond measure, dark brown, a face that looked like he chased brick walls repeatedly, and tiny teeth that resembled the thin ends of tooth picks, a [...]