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hi jenny; you wrote, in part: >...I couldn't get Dad to the dr ... >...what he is going through untreated... whew! i felt pretty lousy by the time i was diagnosed it took me about three years to get up my 'nerve' and 'face the music' by going to a doctor for help... three years of physical discomfort and emotional self-torture... yikes >..proving to be a very effective method of GETTING him to the dr.... :) excellent! his dank worries about huntington's et al have been blasted away by some fresh air >...Dad said that the 7 g dose lasted about 4 hours, >made him feel much better, >but also put him in a fantastic, great mood, not sure why. >He was cracking jokes, making us roll on the floor laughing, >though the subsequent doses don't seem to be >causing that as much - the humor part. >He is feeling MUCH better... aha! a puzzle containing its own solution! my experience with pd, cd, and life in general has pointed out quite clearly to me that the sense of humour is the very first victim of a viewpoint/lens clouded with negativity/worry it seems to me your dad's physical and emotional relief at realizing 'it's only parkinson's' has enabled him to flip his viewpoint 180 degrees from the glass is half empty to the glass is half full yikes! the pain/joy we give ourselves by our choices! what power! your father's spirit was doused by the damp blanket of 'awfulizing' an insidious process which i know only too well it stifles my joy, my 'voice', my 'spunkiness' and worst of all, to me at least, my goofiness laughter is grace with much love for you and yours and that newbie parkie your cyber-sis janet janet paterson 51/10 - sinemet/selegiline/prozac almonte/ontario/canada - [log in to unmask]