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The Neuro When a doctor knows his job well, he may choose, so people do tell, a nice title from a list, = not too long and easy to spell. My doctor is modest = and quite charming, = calls himself =84Neuro", he knows everything, his knowledge is alarming. When I ask him why I have PD, he is precise and sympathetic, and answers with a convincing voice, there is no doubt, it is idiopathic. Really stunned by this genius = belonging to the medical realm, = I try to control my excitement and ask again, my voice remaining calm: =84What can I do, I am limping and feel stiff like like an old grandpa?" =84No problem, simply take three times a day a good portion of levodopa. Top it up with a good agonist, = I recommend the latest version non-ergoline, and with the breakfast an additional booster, hmmm...I think seligiline would be fine. Now my mistake, I flag some objection: =84Isn=92t that too much, do we go into the right direction?" And again I feel so ignorant, when he frowns his eyebrows: =84That was not very pleasant. There is no valid prove, I have no reservation, since in science only counts = a significant correlation. And by the way you should be more receptive, since siligiline is supposed to be a MAO B inhibitor, and neuroprotective." Now I risk everything and inquire: Can PD be stopped, = extinguished like a fire? He leans back and he seems proud to know the answer and replies: A good question, in fact excruciatingly taut! I can assure you, but don=92t become depressive, for the moment it is incurable, it is even progressive. I will prescribe you some massages and perhaps even red warm light, that helps your multiplis sclerosis and cheers you up in your plight. I can hardly control my temper and whisper in a low tone, I am sorry, have no MS, I am suffering from Parkinson. And again this smile so warm and sympathetic, whether MS or PD in our scince all is idiopathic. I wake up, look for a Neuro, I gasp relieved, he is nowhere. I am so happy, it was a nightmare. Dietmar (43/9) from Germany