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Parkinson’s is a cruel thief that steals many of our skills and abilities. I thought I’d lost my balance forever, but I’ve stolen some of it back.
Parkinson’s is a cruel thief that steals many of our skills and abilities. I thought I’d lost my balance forever, but I’ve stolen some of it back.
People new to Parkinson’s need support from the minute the tornado hits Kansas. By the time we reach the Emerald City, it’s too late.
My nervous system is crocked. I’m slow. But everything else is working. Time to focus on the other parts of me that are still ready for action.
I’ve reconnected with the sport I love and thought I wouldn’t be able to do again. It feels great.
On this, the 40th anniversary of my best athletic achievement, I’ve finally decided to stop running badly and focus on walking brilliantly. Here’s why.
To err is human, to forgive divine. And to be applauded for mistakes and wobbles, well that’s another thing altogether.
My holiday bucket list is ticked. I’ve been to some wonderful places. But I’m not going back. Here’s why.