So it's a week later or maybe it's two. I've had my MRI, I've started on Pramipexole, I've seen an employment lawyer, and I've started with a counselor. The MRI was normal which is consistent with Parkinson's. The dopamine agonist (Pramipexole) is making a difference which is also consistent with Parkinson's. All in all, I'm thinking this is Parkinson's no matter how it might be wished otherwise.
I'm most grateful to be able to type again. I'm a little slow this morning but I'm not struggling the way I was. I think I'll still keep up with the dictation, just so I keep up my skills and I'll have it when I need it.I'm reading a lot about Parkinson's and learning what I can.
It's an odd thing. We talk about it and last night Eric and I started on a Bucket List. It was fun to talk about things that we want to do before I can't do them. But I feel us focusing on that and not talking about what we'll do when it comes and maybe that's okay to just deal with the bad stuff as it comes up, one step at a time, not to plan too much. But I hate being surprised. I worry about the money. Will we have what it takes to care for me when the time comes? Or perhaps my plan of eating more butter to ensure a heart attack is the best plan...
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