When the brain refuses to ask, answer, do or tell.

A true story of my struggle with depression, due to Parkinson’s Disease.

What could possibly be a benefit of having a painful, chronic, progressive disease for which there is no cure and not much effective treatment? To be honest, it is a hypochondriac’s dream.

I broke the 5th metatarsal bone in my left foot. It isn’t a very big bone, and the fracture on the x-ray looked like a very small dash. Amazing how one tiny dash can make life so miserable!

Those of us who deal with chronic pain tend to ignore new symptoms. This is not good.

Is life that dreadful in a mental rehab? I believe not.

A brief (for me) autobiography of my life since Parkinson’s Disease took over.

About Parkinson’s Disease. This is a disease that claimed my grandfather’s life. I was always so sad about not being able to get to know my grandfather. When I was telling someone about it, they told me… well imagine how he feels. I did and I wrote a poem about it. It was an eye-opening experience by looking at it though my grandfather’s eyes.

Lord willing, I will be having a deep brain stimulation device implanted on Thursday…