December 3, 2010 by David Gillaspie
The fight you don’t want, but you don’t make the schedule.
This is a fight everyone loses. You didn’t ask for it, but there it is.
When Parkinson’s’ shows up, it’s Go-Time.
Here’s your check-down:
Are you a fighter? Parkinson’s is a champ who knows how to win.
If you’re not a fighter, you learn. You learn to win small victories; you learn to win the day.
Like all deadly serious contests, it’s best to scout your opponents so you know what you’re up against.
Parkinson’s is tricky. It takes more than striking power, more than wrestling. It takes every weapon you’ve got. Why?
Because Parkinson’s cheats.
It fights under assumed names.
You think you’re fighting Parkinson’s, then find yourself against a tag-team of Parkinson’s and Lewy Body Diseae, or Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s.
As if Parkinson’s wasn’t tough enough.
On top of the tag-teams, you get Parkinson’s Symptoms sneaking in cheap shots.
You expect Parkinson’s and suddenly it breaks out the extra weapons from their arsenal and morphs into something else. If it’s not gagging, it’s falling; if it’s not a feeding tube, it’s a pressure sore.
You might win a round, but it means taking a pounding.
Regardless of who else might be in the cage with you, Parkinson’s is the primary target, the heavy hitter. You show up to fight, and Parkinson’s is ready and warmed-up.
The main problem in a match between you and Parkinson’s is Parkinson’s uses a human shield and you don’t.
Instead of a fair fight, Parkinson’s hides behind someone. They push people you care about out in front to absorb any punishment you might deliver. Those are the real fighters.
Imagine The Greatest, Muhammad Ali, fighting Smokin’ Joe Frazier and George Foreman at the same time. Or Sugar Ray Leonard fighting ‘Hands of Stone’ Roberto Duran and Thomas ‘Hitman’ Hearns and ‘Marvelous’ Marvin Hagler all at once.
It doesn’t add up to fair, but that’s how Parkinson’s fights.
At first, you don’t even know you’re scheduled to fight. There’s a hand cramp, or a leg shake now and then, and you chalk it up to fatigue. At worst, you think it’s Restless Leg Syndrome.
Your confident you can kick butt on that, but when the robe comes off, there’s Parkinson’s instead.
And he’s angry.
You look for the judges to protest for facing a different opponent than you planned for, but their chairs are empty. You notice they chained the door to the octagon before they left.
It’s just you and the cheater Parkinson’s.
Before you shake off the surprise of who you are facing, Parkinson’s comes in with a sucker punch. It always lands the first blow when you least expect it.
It’s your birthday and BOOM, the cheater punches you in the head.
You celebrate a wedding anniversary and WHOMP, the cheater foot-sweeps you.
You visit your folks and the cheater sneaks up behind you and GAK, it tries to choke you out.
You re-group and advance, gathering more weapons and skills as you go.
And you engage your opponent. Win or lose, you’re going to get your licks in.
You hit them with sinemet, they counter with nightmares. You step in with sleep-aides, they counter with depression. They lead with heaviness, you counter with enthusiasm. They lead with confusion, you counter with The Story.
Neither of you back down.
Neither of you know how to back down.
(to be continued)