September 19, 2020, a date I will always remember, the date I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. For me that word meant that my life was over, here I was 67 years old with a disease, that there was no cure for, and I was going to spend the rest of my life needing someone to take care of me. I was no longer going to be able to do the simple things in life that I took for granted.

I soon found out how wrong I was! I found a support group (Detroit Support Group). My neurologist referred me to Speech Pathology, Physical Therapy and Occupational Therapy. I also started exercising 7 days a week for at least 1 hour a day. The best medicine for PD is to get out and join groups to meet people that know and understand how you feel. I am now a part of Rock Steady Boxing (Parkinson’s Movement Center), Motor City Upbeats Therapeutic Singing Club, Water Aerobics, and I also started a personal Journal about my feelings concerning Parkinson’s which I named Fear Knocking at My Door. My best support is my family, they have been with me since day one of my PD journey.

I am inviting you to join me in this journey, together we can slow this disease down if not stop it all together.

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