Larry talks to Michael J. Fox about his Parkinson’s, his fascination with Hitler’s mustache, and is rewarded with an exploding soft drink bottle.
I am sixty-five years old, and have played guitar for over 50 years. I was a recording and touring musician for over ten of those years, so it was puzzling and disturbing when three years ago my right hand started to spasm when I played simple rhythm parts. At first it was only occasional, but as it increased in frequency, I consulted a neurologist, and was diagnosed with Early Onset Parkinsonism at 62. I have been taking Azilect now for the last two and a half years, and the progression of my condition seems to have slowed as a result. My concern, however, is that even with Azilect, I cannot play a complete song on guitar, as my right hand starts to tremor uncontrollably after a few bars. Dealing with this condition has been difficult, because playing music is and has been such a big part of who I am. While initially depressing, I determined that I would not let my life be defined by Parkinson’s. I found that I could sustain longer passages of songs if I played with an open hand rather than with a flatpick, so I have worked on developing this technique. More importantly, I found [...] continue the story
Good morning. I was asked to tell the story of how I overcame adversity. You see, I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s over 15 years ago.
I certainly thought I had overcome the adversity of my disease. Well, as it turns out, I’m not sure I have overcome anything. I am still as scared as I was that fateful day I was diagnosed. I am still as confused as I have ever been about how and why things happen both to me and to those that I love. Yes, I am fairly certain that I have not overcome any adversity of late, and certainly not the adversity of Parkinson’s. But that is not the end of this story. God willing, I would like to share with you all how Parkinson’s has helped me become the person you see before you today. I would like you to meet Gregory Layer.
It began when I was only 25, shortly before I graduated from Cal Poly in December of 1989. I noticed a slight tremor in my left foot. Over time, my tremor became more and more difficult to hide. During the next few years, I went to see a variety of doctors – neurologists, acupuncturists, [...] continue the story
“You should go,” my brother said “You have Parkinson’s. If you don’t go now, you may never get to go.”
My other siblings often asked why I have not gone back to Vietnam, the country of my birth, the country that I left 30 plus years ago as an eleven year old. Especially the one sister who still lives in Vietnam, after hearing about my numerous trips to many other parts of the world, “How come you go everywhere but never come back to Viet Nam for a visit?”
“I will, sis. Someday, I definitely have to go back,” I promised. To be blunt, I don’t know why I haven’t gone back. Most Vietnamese living abroad love to go back, like an annual pilgrimage to the motherland. Some go back to look for a wife, some go back to behave as sex tourists, some go back to take their foreign-born children to discover their ancestral roots, some return to open businesses, or simply to see their loved ones. Whatever reasons – most have gone back since the Vietnamese government started welcoming the “Viet Kieu”, literally means “Overseas Vietnamese”, and their remittance wealth.
I have a brother-in-law who never wants to go back either, [...] continue the story
When I was first diagnosed with Parkinson’s, I never in my wildest dreams thought I would end up writing a blog…
I am a 62-year-old English granny who was diagnosed with Parkinson’s about eight years ago, and for most of those eight years I have tried to convince myself that it’s either all a terrible mistake or that I haven’t got it at all. Then, on the other hand, I have spent my time living for today and thinking to hell with tomorrow.
However, after recently suffering from some extremely stressful situations, I have been trying to take my head out of the sand and try to come to terms with this strange disease. My daughter had been staying and I mentioned that I had thought about doing a blog – my head was, and is, buzzing with so many things that I want to sort out and I hope by doing this I can help others and they can help me. As she is the go-getter in the family, it was only a matter of minutes before I was all ready to go and there was no going back!
So in an instant, “My Mate Parky” was born – I didn’t have [...] continue the story