Facing a difficult diagnosis can take someone on a journey of emotions and thoughts. Ken Martin tells us his Perspective.
Two humiliating falls, difficulty walking a straight line—I thought these were signs of normal aging. At 83 I still worked with a handful of therapy clients and climbed the 107 steps outside the house four times a week. But now I was proud of my climbs instead of taking them for granted.
The doctor hooked me up with a young home care team, teaching me an optimal way of being old, all courtesy of Medicare. My caregivers each carefully mentioned a diagnosis I might hear from the neurologist.
“The thing the actor Michael J. Fox has,” I said when I heard the diagnosis confirmed. Parkinson’s.
For control freaks like me, an unfortunate feature of Parkinson’s is its unpredictability, though I feel a bizarre satisfaction that I’ve joined a club as I tick off my symptoms. Unsteady gait. Check. Balance problems. Check.