Thursday, 14 April 2022

Stick a fork in me. i'm done!

Since my wife died, PD has launched a full-on attack.  Let's see

1.  I can no longer hand-write and my word processing is heading down the toilet too.

 2.  I suffer from occasional hallucinations.

3.   I walk, talk and eat too slowly

4    I am nervous driving

5.   and who can recall.......aaahhh



I grow weary of talking about PD;  just read the last 11 years and if I described a symptom of PD in one of my entries, I probably have that symptom now.      

May the road rise to meet you.  May the wind be always on your back and may the good Lord hold you in the hollow of his hand.

Wpgchap has left the desktop

Thursday, 10 March 2022

They tell me.......

That time cures all.  Don't believe it.  Time plays a role, but as a universal cure-all, sorry folks.

There is no exact moment when time relieves you of your memories, good or bad.  
You are stuck with them.  Bad memories often warp into nightmares, but the good ones, those that belay "time heals all".....Well,.....maybe I was wrong.  It all depends.

Come to think of it,  Maybe time does nearly heal all.  It does relegate the bad flashes to the back row, leaving room for the good.

In a cosmic sense, I am a front-row patron of the art.

signed: Your cathartic nomad

Wednesday, 12 January 2022


1.    You are not alone.  Over 100,000 Canadians have PD, 1,000,000 in the USA 

2.    science is close to cure.  Keep believing.  It will happen

3.   "real" science, not quackery

4.    join a group in your town.  Believe me, it helps

5.    join an online group. They are all around the world.  One of the best is in the  UK

6.     participate in forums

7.     keep a positive attitude

8.    exercise and then exercise some more

Tuesday, 11 January 2022

High apple pie in the sky hopes

First things first:  A reader wrote that she was distraught because, at 38, she had been diagnosed with PD.  That is very young and I understand her distress.  Perhaps I can try to alleviate her concern.

When diagnosed, I didn't really understand how a diagnosis of PD could affect my life.  Thank God for google where I discovered I was not alone.  Many personalities, are/were part of the tribe, most notably, Michael J. Fox, my personal hero, a crazy Canuck whose efforts will eventually lead to a cure.  He was diagnosed at 29 or 30.  Then there is (was, he died in 2016) Muhammad Ali who was diagnosed at 32.  Both of them are leading/lead productive lives.  There are many more....... click here to see a group of famous members of the club.

It has been 11 years since my formal diagnosis (much longer since I knew something was off).  Here is what I have learned:

1.      PD is not a death sentence - PWP ("people with parkinson's") die "with" PD, not "from" PD.

2      Carbidopa / levodopa is the bell ringer drug for PD. If taken regularly, it will calm or eliminate your symptoms

3.    A medicine, such as Mirapex, a dopamine agonist, has some of the same effects as Levodopa and can be taken with c/levodopa

4.   Some specialists prescribe Amantadine, an antiviral drug that may have a positive effect on reducing tremors

5.   Some neuros prescribe all of the above as a daily drug "cocktail"

6.   Mucuna Puriens is a natural source of dopamine, but I would avoid it because there is no way you can determine the concentration of dopamine and too much dopamine can lead to other problems.

7.   Avoid any claim that PD can be cured. It cannot be at this time

8.  About 2.5 hours of exercise, positive thinking with  a healthy diet seem to slow down the speed at which PD progresses

I grow weary. Nap time. More to come.  Keep checking back

Sunday, 9 January 2022

un vélo pour les prairies

Where to start?

Au début du cours.....

Well, that would be at first diagnosis or earlier.  PD crept up on me, like one of Manson's "creepy crawlies," robbing me of my joys in life, the latest being the joy of bike-riding, two wheels, male or female.  Can't use either. I am too unsteady, no balance.  PD is watching my disappointment and laughing like hell. He wins again.  

Not so fast, Edwin Markham wrote:

          He drew a circle that shut me out-
          Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
          But love and I had the wit to win:
         We drew a circle and took him In!”

My circle is the pictured tricycle.

Take that PD....BAM!!!!

Sunday, 26 December 2021

Holiday Merci

For 2021 I would like to thank:

* My brother Don and his wife, Joanne, for making life a lot more interesting.

* My cousin, Terry, who died just before Christmas but was always appreciative of my poetry

*  My good Ottawa friend and confidant who, without knowing it, has helped keep me sane

*  My 3 kids and their spouses who worry about me and make feel all is good

*  My friend and editor, Sid, without whom The Gate would never have happened

*  Two contributors, Denise and Marianne, who brought laughter to the table and to poet, Drae, who brought us youth

*  To an amazing carpenter/teacher,  Mark "the genius"who has improved our family greatly

*  To Boyd, Ken, Faye, Lonnie and Edie for their inspired union work. Support them in 2022

*  To Von for keeping me a jordan

*  Finally to all my Loyal readers who have looked at my stuff 131,113 times.

thank you all.  Season's best wishes

Wednesday, 22 December 2021

Slip sliding away

 I used to enjoy winter.  For those in warmer climes, I am here to tell you there is no better winter activity than running 3 miles in a blizzard.  Of course, you would want to guage the amount of snow on the ground, too deep, you risk injury; so you put up with 6" to 10" and to avoid getting lost, you stay within the city lights and on familiar roads.  Your workout will double in intensity over half your usual route.

That was then, this is now.

I took a taxi to my dentist's office and, when finished, I realized I didn't have my wallet (with credit card) or my cell phone.  No taxi home!  Not wishing to disrupt a busy office, I decided to walk to my son's home about 3/4 of a mile away where, I hoped, I would find my daughter-in-law in her home office.  Shouldn't be a problem.  His house was on my former 3 mile blizzard run.  Piece of cake.  The depth of the snow was minimal and in some cases, the homeowner had cleared the sidewalk down to pavement.  

"Yes," I thought, the walk will do me good.

A nagging doubt crossed my mind.  "You idiot!   You weren't affected by PD during the blizzard years."

I had gone about 150 yards when my legs got stiff.

"Idiot!!!" I began to walk like Frankenstein.

"Idiot!!!!" I refused the negative aura punishing my brain and I pushed on.  I was about a half block from my sanctum sanctorum when a woman came toward me.  I must have looked like Frankenstein or  rather, a crazed version of the monster.  I could sense her fear.

She crossed the street to where a man was standing.  I could make out a few words.  They were talking about me, their eyes keeping track of me.

"He's.....(mumble)...,"  I knew they were talking about me.

I stopped to look around to figure out how far I had to go....when it happened.  I slipped.

I fell.

"He has fallen!" the woman cried out and she and the man rushed over to help me.

"Are you hurt?" the man asked as he and the woman helped me up.

I thanked both of them for their assistance and promised I was not hurt.  I explained I had but a few houses to go and after much reassurance they decided I was OK to walk.  

I stumbled to my son's home and thankfully my daughter-on-law was there.  I sat down.  She brought me water.  We chatted and she drove me home.

Family!  Does it get any better?

After 3/4 of a mile full of negative thoughts, my family thoughts brought me the positively of family.

And that is where I dwell today.

Family!  Can it get any better?   

Mind you, my walking in winter days are over.  Much to my family's relief.