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I'm sure Michael J. Fox has his good days and his bad ones, just like the rest of us, and he may have been putting on a bit of a positive spin on his situation, due to his public image, etc., but I tend to applaud and agree with his general view of his illness and how he's dealing with it. He sounds pretty realistic, but yet still hopeful, and I believe that to be key. I haven't personally set any specific age at which I expect to be healed, but I know it's coming, whether science helps me achieve, or I manage to do it by brute mental power and a touch of grace. As I've said many times, I will never accept the negative espoused outcome for pd. I simply refuse, period. Not that it won't change, and perhaps worsen, but I'll never agree with the "relentlessly progressive" diagnosis which I've heard many times. I know one thing for sure, if I accept that outcome as my own, then it will definitely come true, no doubt about it. If I refuse to accept it, then I at least have half a chance of beating it eventually, especially if I can keep my health up otherwise in the meantime. I also like his view that PD has brought him many blessings, and that he wouldn't trade his situation, nor does he consider himself a victim. One can only be a victim, if one permits it to happen. I may end up disabled at some point, but I'm no victim. This physical body is only a small part of who I really am, it doesn't define me completely. I believe that part of each of us that really matters is eternal anyway. So, before I go, I thought I'd share this poem I recently wrote, which is based on an idea my Dad had to explain reality, and the nature of the "miraculous". Wendy Tebay -------------------------- Nth DIMENSION Picture this A stick figure On a piece of paper With a box drawn around him A two-dimensional Being Bound by four walls Now picture yourself A Being existing In four dimensions Capable of walking Without difficulty Right over these walls Because you exist At a 'higher' level These flat boundaries Are simply illusion While to the stick figure They bind his universe Picture this You as a Being Existing in four dimensions Your known universe Seemingly bound By both space & time Now picture this Yet another Being Perhaps God Himself Who exists at an Even 'higher' level Than yourself This Being who exists In the Nth dimension Is free to wander Across and over All of the boundaries Which you can perceive Now imagine this What if you too Were in actuality A Being also existing In N dimensions Rather than in four only? Would that perhaps Change forever Your former concepts Of your perceived reality And your definition Of what is possible? Well, imagine no more For as you were made In God's image If you will believe And see with God's eyes So shall you be also An infinite, unbounded And eternal Being Walking alongside God Over walls and borders Defying and challenging The very nature of reality Free then to create A world without limits Where miracles are now Totally commonplace And the commonplace Has become magical This knowledge you've gained Is not yours alone Rather it is to be shared With those still bound By self-imposed limits Unaware of their true nature *copyright Wendy Tebay ------------------------ Perhaps we are, in physical form, 4-D projections of N-dimensional beings, who are truly infinite and eternal. After all, aren't we made in God's image? In my view then, if God probably doesn't have PD, then I don't think that I'm meant to either, and the more I realize my true nature (i.e., god-like), the more the PD will disappear, as it will become irrelevant and the lessons it has to teach will no longer be needed. It's worth imagining, at least.