forgetting
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There’s a moment that’s small, almost invisible, when forgetting stops being funny. We all know the harmless versions. Walking into a room and wondering why. Calling the dog by the wrong name. Standing in the grocery aisle, certain something is important… but not sure what. That’s aging. That’s human. And most of the time, we…
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Parkinson’s is a real piece of work. It messes with your body in all the usual ways—tremors, rigidity, slowness, fatigue—but it also has a sneakier, more insidious talent: it steals your nouns. And I don’t mean obscure, once-a-decade trivia-night nouns. I mean everyday, embarrassingly basic words like pit. Yes, pit. I recently tried to talk…
I have Parkinson's. Parkinson's doesn't have me! 