What did Parkinson’s steal from me? It crept in slowly, too faint to see, Stealing pieces, bit by bit, Until I barely recognized it....

Lady in Black with pearls on her neck and tears in her eyes,  she comes to my clinic with heart rate out of control.  So I ask her...

They come in shifts, one by one,  to care for my husband-- to bathe him, to dress him, to shower him too, to feed him, to read to him, to...