I feel safe using the title above for this entry. My husband and I watched this movie the other evening. I knew the main character had Parkinsons but I thought it was a matter handled with humor based on previews I had seen. Instead, the subject was handled with a pretty heavy hand and stressed the gloomy outcome. There’s a scene where a husband speaks frankly to the lead male about what might lie ahead if he stays with his girlfriend. He spoke in “stages”, a term I’d never even heard before. I don’t know how my husband processed it; I’m sure we should have discussed it. It’s the single thing I dread from this disease – making my husband my caregiver, screwing up his life. How much should loving someone cost you? What are your responsibilities? I’ll address that in my next post.
I finally had the appointment with the neurologist who is a Parkinson’s disease/movement disorder specialist. I had built up to this day by trying to make my situation the best I could – adding exercise, reaching out to a PD group, and learning more about the disease. I don’t know what I expected; I guess that he’d enter the room like SuperDoctor, and set me on a whole new life course. I built it up too much. In fact, he was a nice man who evaluated me very much like my previous doctor had, agreed with him………and actually added a new prescription. That, I didn’t see coming. He’s adding a drug which is supposed to improve the effects of what I already am taking and extend how long I can continue at this dose. He’s asked me to come back in a month. Maybe that’s when he’ll unveil his superhero powers.