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Joan, I agree totally with what you said, but at the same time, I refuse to believe I have to put up with this forever. If I have to I will, however, as a famous poet once said (not me! : ) ! ), "do not go gently into that good night." My youngest brother went down fighting with his cancer, so I can certainly do no less, no matter what comes. In a way, having this pd has made me into even more of a pot stirrer. I think my father was a wee bit concerned when I forwarded that poem I wrote on the Northern Ireland bombing to Sinn Fein and to some other groups over there. But, the way I look at it now is, if I've really got a fatal disease, then "WTF!", as I always say. If I'm gonna go down with this thing, then I'm going down in flames, and I'll leave my mark behind me. What the heck, if I can deal with this stupid disease, what do I have to fear from some mere human? As I hear, it's only a matter of time anyway. What could possibly be worse than this? A few things I'm sure, but I can't think of too many. When my brother died, I was around 12 and I (foolishly?) prayed, that since he had made such a big impact on my, and my family's lives, that I'd be able to do the same for others, especially given that I had more time than he did. Ha! Watch what ya pray for, huh? What I pray for now, isn't just a simple healing, but that whatever lesson it is I'm supposed to get from this, or whatever, that I may be successful with it so that I can move beyond my need for it, and then be able to continue on with my purpose, unhindered. I also believe that with pd, depending on how I deal with it, my life can serve as an inspiration, like my brother's did. Ultimately, however, I'd think it to be even more inspirational if I could perhaps later share how I overcame this by faith alone (with some extra help, of course!). So, since we're all supposedly on our way out, according to conventional wisdom, I think we might as well all raise a little hell as we go! Wendy Tebay Keep stirring!