I’m not sure how the rest of the world deals with things, but after I received my diagnosis, when it came to telling others, I tried to keep this little tidbit on the DL. I didn’t want to be the fodder for gossip, I didn’t want any sympathy, and, God forbid, I definitely needed no … More Trajectory
It was June 2021, and, to my surprise, this journey had just begun in spite of the fact that I had met more folks in the medical field that year than I had in the previous 50+ years. So, after walking into numerous doctor’s offices, undergoing three hellish MRIs, working with two different physical therapists … More Diagnosis
To say that my hand tremors were put on the back burner in 2020 is an understatement. We tried to navigate the long, arid desert of the Covid Pandemic to the best of our abilities. Feasting on homemade bread, hugging our dogs a bit closer, reading copious amounts of fiction, and driving around neighborhoods, capturing … More A Quest
So now it’s time to talk about feet. Running had always been effortless for me. Lacing up even the most worn pair of shoes in the closet, I could exit my driveway and clip off five or six miles without a second thought. Warm up was really something that was not super necessary. The “Runner’s … More Let’s Talk About Feet
The activities on my list blew the annoying pain off the radar, well, until 2019. My grandmother died in January of that year at the age of 101. My mom had been in Texas at her bedside, and I volunteered to drive Dad across the Lone Star State to the funeral in my beloved Marfa. … More Taking Action
It was Saturday, a beautiful fall morning in 2017, a morning to enjoy the trees, chrysanthemums, pumpkins and scarecrows that adorned most houses I passed by on my leisurely weekend runs. Attempting to roll out of bed, a searing pain that traversed from the left shoulder midway down my back hit me like a ton … More Where Do I Begin?
April has always been a month I looked forward to. The greyness of winter transforms to a myriad of greens, yellows, pinks, and purples as the temps begin to rise and the sun decides to keep me company practically until my bedtime. More importantly, two of my favorite people celebrate birthdays in April. To say … More Parkinson’s
Shootin' The Breeze 