One thing that is so thrilling about this Listserv is that people respond quickly to my thoughts. It's like having a piece published and reviewed right away. It is extremely comforting to know that my experiences and impressions touch you, and in some way validate your experience. I remember once a few months ago speaking with one of my teaching colleagues and being told my feelings of worthlessness were "not natural". That was a moment of despair for me. His refusal to admit my experiences made me feel isolated and abandoned. But in time I turned to other outlets for my feelings - a place where I don't feel so alienated. Here are the other postings I was referring to. My problem is I keep forgetting to sign anything so everyone just calls me "Rager". My first name is Barb. *******************************************8 I have been reading your messages with great interest since I joined this group 3 days ago. Perhaps it is too early in my association to send you a message before I really get a feel for the appropriate types of responses. However, I've had a change in my attitude and I would like to talk about it. I am 51 yrs. old, a high school English teacher, married for 25 yrs. with two sons. I was diagnosed in April of '96 and spent the next three months unable to speak the "P" word. I was in such shock and such denial, I could not even bear to think about the implications of this diagnosis. Sometime in August I was able to tell my boys who were 21 and 16. They cried and I cried - it was quite a family howl actually. Then I found a neurologist who not only explained everything to me quietly and patiently, she also spent time with me in her office letting me hold her hand and cry. I really needed a counsellor, someone who could help me through the vast wasteland of grief over the loss of my health. However there was no one, truly. I found a psychiatrist who refused to touch me, even to shake hands. I found a grief counsellor who reasoned away all emotions. I went to a psychotherapist whose shattering insight into my suffering was that I used the word "trash" twice in my litany of problems. So I spent a long time sinking into depression and believing that I had brought a great calamity to my precious family, had no self worth whatever, and had absolutely no hope for any kind of a fulfilling future. I accepted that there was no one outside my family and my growing circle of loyal friends who could give me any objectivity or direction at all. I have lived the last two years of my life with a rock in my stomach, never being really happy. Getting by, doing a terrific job teaching, finding a lot of success there, but coming home to a home where in spite of the support, still burying myself under the burden of Parrkinson's and whatever I was figuring was the Parkinson's "identity". I started taking medication: requip, effexor for the depression, amytriptaline for sleeping. And just went on. Things started to change when I picked up a book by Bernie Siegle, Love Medicine and Miracles. He's received a lot of criticism for this due to one of his tennants being: we attract the diseases we get. Whether or not I buy this philosophy, it is still interesting to consider. But his other main message was to love yourself. And this he went on with at great lengths. Then, I thought that since I was grieving a great loss in my life, I should look into the work of Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, On Death and Dying. Much of her ground breaking points have found their way into the main stream culture. But it was still absorbing. And everyone, all self help gurus, relate back to the original oracle of the concept that we do, under all circumstances, control our attitude - Viktor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning. This was a difficult read. He exaggerates nothing about the holocaust. In plain unembellished english he defines the power of the human spirit to transcend and transform any situation which is beyond our control. Recently I've stumbled upon Joan Bolen's Close to the Bone. A psychiatrist, she links the decent of the process of accepting chronic illness to mythology. In this way she gives me a visual image to see the whole picture and not just the immediate pain, of what I am experiencing. While in the office of my doctor the other day, I asked her to show me a picture of exacly where in my brain this dysfunction was occuring. She showed me a photo of a skull cut away just above the eyes and pointed to the mid brain with her pencil. For the first time in 2 yrs, I felt a dissociation from the disease. A separateness between this horrible "thing" and me. I'm beginning to believe that this disease is not me, that I still have worth, the right to dream, to hope, a future. Perhaps I was primed for this moment, with all the self help I'd been trying to do. I don't know, I feel good about myself. I hope it lasts. And one more thing. She suggested that I start taking an anti oxidant called CoEnzyme Q10. Not available through prescription in Canada, but you can buy it in Canada over the counter at health food stores. (!) It is available through prescription in the States. There is no way that this capsule is creating the positive change in attitude that I'm experiencing. But it's definitely not hurting. The rock in my stomach is not completely gone. But from time to time lately, I've felt it going. Barb ***************************************************** Dear Gail: Accepting the unacceptable in your life is a process that takes exactly as long as the individual needs - not more or less time than whatever is necessary for the individual to work through the stages of grieving and acceptance, and then to work through them all again and again. Your sister has to come to terms with this in her own way. The process of acceptance may often seem like one step forward, two steps back, but whatever it is, it is her process. There will be some denial, some grieving, some anger, some bargaining, and then acceptance of whatever is possible for her to accept at that time. She may seem "stuck" at any point along the passage, but she is actually moving. Then the process will begin again. In accepting the unacceptable (and this could be anything from the loss of a job to the death of a child, to the diagnosis of Parkinson's) we feel a lot of unacceptable feelings: fear of the future, shame for having done this to our families, a questioning of our faith in a loving creator - lots of things we don't ever want to feel. A lot of these feelings are buried deeply and only patience and unconditional love will enable them to come to the surface. Your concern for your sister is admirable. She really needs the love and support of family members. Creating a safe, patient and loving "nest" for her will do much to help her build bridges of confidence over the despair she may be feeling. But essentially she has to take the lead in deciding what kind of help she needs, or wants at this and at any other time. She has the net, she has you. She knows where to go for support if she wants to, but she herself must decide for herself whether she wants to go there or not. One of the biggest challenges she is facing is the loss of control, an overwhelming sense of helplessness over things such as health, dreams, plans which non chronic sufferers take for granted. You can help her greatly by reinforcing the areas over which she still has control. Deciding what kind of support she wants or needs, is one of those areas. If you push her to a support group when she does not want to go, you are taking away one of the few things she can still control - who she shares herself with, when and why. Your sister has Parkinson's Disease. This has impacted on your life through your love and concern for her. You are facing a sense of helplessness of your own which you have to come to terms with. You have suffering of your own to do in this situation. Because you love her, there will be times when the most you can do for her is stay with her, sit with her, while she expresses her suffering. This is an incredibly difficult task. If you focus on expanding your own capacity to experience helplessness and the suffering that accompanies love, then you will be of great help to her indeed. ************************************************ Dear Beth Thank you for your response. I felt quite validated by it. I've been doing massive amounts of reading, particularly in the self help "I'll not be victimized by this" genre. I, too, consulted a homeopath whom I found ineffective and tiresome. I've got a naturopath here whom I may consult once the summer gives me a little time to myself (I'm a high school teacher). But what prompts this note to you is that recently I've been reading Norman Cousins' Anatomy of an Illness. He spends a whole chapter on placebos. While the book was published in 1979, he claims that even then, 20 yrs. ago, placebos and in particular the unexplored but nonetheless vast impact the mind has on the body - on even incurable malignancies (!) - is significant. Basically his point is that we all have a healing and restorative power within us. Placebos awaken that power, they become the "doctor inside". (Sorry if I'm sounding a little weird, a little too alternative) But this is an area which I find fascinating. I'm wondering if you could itemize some of the vitamins, herbs etc. you are taking for me. I believe that as long as we are doing ourselves no harm, that what we do can have a dramatic effect on our potential to self heal. Barb Rager ******************************************** ...Marilyn. When I found this group of people, I knew I had found a source of honest, and informed caring individuals. Although I am a relatively new member, I am constantly moved by the determination and committment the people who contribute to this service have towards each other and towards finding safer, saner, and more effective ways to deal with this disease. Regarding your husband, and your deep concern for his welfare. One of the first things you learn about this uninvited guest in our bodies is how specifically unique it is to each of its "hosts". We can only report on our own particular experiences. Whether or not these tales correspond to similar occurences in others is purely a matter of chance. This applies to medication, to the strength of it, to the combination in which it is given, and to its effective duration. Different for everybody, I'm sorry to say. The single most important piece of advice I've been given (age 51, diagnosed April 1996) is that my attitude is crucial to my own experience of this thing. I picked up Norman Cousins' book "Anatomy of an Illness". Although it was written in 1979, it has much to teach (me) in the 1990's. For example, the feeling I get from your phrasing is that you are more or less resigned to dementia accompanying Parkinson's. This is not my understanding. From my research the % of PD patients who may develop dementia is exactly the same % of people without PD who develop dementia. In other words, PD is not the determining factor in the development of dementia. (I am willing to be corrected on this if I am wrong.) So I think we really have to look hard at what we tell ourselves about this thing, the development of the symptoms, the overall prognosis. Self affirmations, focusing on the positive, refusing to accept some doctor's prediction if it sounds limiting and if it denies the innate regenerative power of the body. My personal choice has been to study and research alternate healing principles as well as the standard traditional ones. As your husband's primary care giver, you are a fundamental part of the development of his attitude. Norman Cousins says to smile often, focus on laughter, find the strand of the positive, the optimistic, the assurance of health. Even if you think this is silly and "unrealistic", it certainly beats the alternative which is to reinforce the negative, the fearful and the sorrowful. If those emotions have a depressing effect on the immune system (and studies have shown that they in fact do) then the cheerful, the up lifting, the joyful may very well affect the strengthening of the immune system and the restorative healing power of the body. What have we got to lose? And, of course, some of your husband's depression might be coming from his very real grief over what may seem like the loss of his future, his dreams and plans, not to mention his health. You, also, have some grieving to do in that regard too. Don't be afraid of it. Let it express itself. It is absolutely unfair that this has happened to you both. Don't be afraid to feel your own pain and anger. Sometimes it is very helpful to do this with a grief counsellor, together, where even your guilt or his shame may be expressed safely. (As an aside, during my two year struggle with this beast, I have found only one person who even suggested that the "shame" I felt was in any way normal. By accepting that I felt this way, that I needed to apologise to my husband etc, for the beast that "I brought into our family" was I able to let it go, to accept it as a stage of the acceptance process - for me- and nothing more.) To the other list members: I have a friend in CA who is a fire fighter. He has worked for a number of years fighting forest fires. He has been living with PD for about 2 or 3 yrs. Recently he has felt the need to contact other fire fighters (or "flame throwers" as he calls them) who may have PD in order to 1. make their acquaintance and 2. gather information from them on how they are coping with their PD. He would like to put these stories together into a book. If anyone has a name or email address of a fire fighter with PD, please send it to me and I'll pass it along to him. Please write again Marilyn. There are others in this group who can give you much more substantial and factual information than I can. My personal despair and struggle has centered around the emotional stages of acceptance. I'm doing a lot better now than ever I was before. I still hate this thing. But it's not the end of my world. **************************************** Some of these may be confusing without seeing the letters I'm respondingto. But I'm glad to send them if they will help. Write me again if you ever want just to talk. Barb