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>I have a question I would appreciate ANY HONEST comments, advice,
>tips, taunts, queries or offers of assistance of any kind.

about your dream....

When I was diagnosed with pd I was the single mother of two young teens. I=
 owned a business that was surviving, but not doing particularly well, due=
 to the fact that I was afraid to charge for my product was it was really=
 worth.  I undersold myself.  Still do in that that regard. It always urked=
 me that lawyers and other professionals would come into my store, order=
 something made to order and then quibble about my price which (if I sat=
 down and figured it out) would probably pay me several $ an hour at most.=
 Creativity (in that form) and retail are not renowned for their ability to=
 make you rich.

Pd forced me to slow down.  Very few people can work as long hours for as=
 many days as I did and not have repurcussions.  I missed wonderful years=
 with my children because I was so driven to make my business work.  I was=
 out to prove something to myself and others.  I ended up selling my store=
 in 1990, just before the great 'slowdown'.  phew!  I took about six months=
 to regroup and then decided one afternoon that I"d better get serious and=
 get a job.  The very next day a friend called to see if I was interested in=
 working as a girl friday at the accountant's firm where he worked.  Never=
 touched a computer and failed math in highschool, but I went to the=
 interview and told them that "Since I had no skills at the computer or=
 keeping books, I had no bad habits to unlearn.  I was a fresh sheet of=
 paper for whatever they chose to write"  I started with them the next=
 Monday.  I worked there for the next two years and learned all about=
 computers. They also initiated a drug/insurance plan because of me and=
 which enabled me to be able to receive disability insurance when I had to=
 leave them.

Since then I've been forced to slow down, (although some people still think=
 I do far too much - but that's just me) and do things I love to do.. I=
 started teaching journal writing classes at our local library, began a pd=
 support group for Toronto west Young Onset, volunteered at the hospital=
 gift shop, took up watercolours, had a few shows, (btw, a watercolour of=
 mine is the Parkinson's Christmas card for this year), wrote a few magazine=
 articles and just last week was asked to do several guest spots on a local=
 tv craft show - something I'd love to be able to do on a regualr basis.

I was remarried three years ago and inherited a stepdaughter and stepson. =
 Last Sunday, the last one moved out so I guess I"m an 'empty nester' now,=
 except for when they come home from university :)

I started to write a book about pd but only got as far as a few=
 articles.....no real plan or focus I guess.  I also want to increase=
 awareness and was even so bold as to think that perhaps I could do some=
 public speaking about it.  (something I would LOVE to do, but know that I"m=
 not very good)  I somehow think that that's my purpose, to tell people=
 about pd and show them how important the little things in life are, how to=
 appreciate what they *can* do and not what they can't do, and how important=
 a positive attitude is (not to be confused with polyanna.....).

The major difference between you and I is in the financial ability to=
 accomplish these things......you seem to be fortunate enough not to have to=
 worry about money (one of my other dreams...: )   I am also involved in a=
 double blind study in the States which, although they pay most costs, does=
 incur extra expenses.  It just seemed strange to me that you wrote about=
 something that has been a secret dream of mine -secret because I have=
 always felt that if I voiced it people would say, "What you?  speak in=
 public?  who would want to hear what you have to say? and to think that=
 someone would want to pay for it?  get real!" and I would slink back  to my=
 little house in the suburbs properly returned to my station in life.

sorry for the long letter.....

hope I didn't bore you to tears.....

Lynda