Eight years ago when I was diagnosed, I went to a support group meeting. It was all new to me and I didn’t know much about Parkinson’s. Marc and I drove down on a Saturday morning and sat down with the group. I didn’t say much, just observed, and at the end of the meeting I walked to the car and burst into tears.
It was overwhelming. It was too much too fast. I looked around the room and saw others who had advanced stages of Parkinson’s and I couldn’t process it. Here I was, young and physically fit, and in my mind I fast forwarded myself to think about the worst case scenario and it was frightening. I never went back.
That was eight years ago and today I went back. The people were wonderful and I’ve had enough time to put things into perspective, and am very glad that I went. Sometimes when you try something and it doesn’t work, regroup and just begin again. Have a wonderful weekend.