“It's my arm. In the shower. It just
kind of shakes when I reach back to wash my hair,” my future
father-in-law said. “Maybe it's a pinched nerve. I'll get it
checked out.”
Without another thought, we moved onto other topics, like his recent retirement from Chrysler, where he'd spent his working life as a successful automotive designer. My father-in-law's brain was of the unique sort, in that it was both creative and logistical, very balanced. This quality allowed him to create and patent many of the very features those of you reading this use daily in your vehicles.
An hour or so later, my future family
of in-laws, my then-boyfriend, Jon, and I sat down to dinner. It was
a brisk fall evening in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, about 20 miles
north of Detroit. The night was quite cozy and perfect, Fall at its
best. Thanksgiving and the beginning of the holiest season was a few
weeks away. The diagnosis was even closer.
It was on the way back from my first
Thanksgiving spent away from my family of origin, in a car at a gas
station in Ohio, that my future husband would explain his unusually
somber attitude, and why his mother had started crying as we said
grace at dinner. We sat in a car, alone while the gas tank filled.
Silence and pause thickened the air, and then Jon spoke. His father
had been diagnosed with Parkinsons disease, the same demon that had
claimed his maternal grandfather a handful of years ago.
Calm, and collected, and still in shock
by his dad's diagnosis, my husband attempted to prepare me for what
was to come. For what his mother would have to endure, again, but
this time as wife, instead of a daughter. For what the whole family
would have to shoulder, as a result of loving his father. It wasn't
about how we'd have to care for him, or how we'd have to comfort him;
it was about how much it would hurt to witness him.
My father-in-law's symptoms started
with the typical tremor. It was virtually unnoticeable. Aside from
his own struggle to come to terms with his diagnosis, he was pretty
much the same man he'd always been – except, with a small tremor in
his arm, and not even all the time.
With each year that passed, his
Parkinson's crept more and more into his being. There were good
months, in which it didn't seem to spiral downward too badly. But,
for every good month, there was an equally bad one, in which he
learned – we learned – of the newer and greater consequences of a
brain affected by such a disease.
That word that's on the tip of your
tongue? Forget it. That's where it will remain, like a almost-sneeze,
that never comes.
The hands of a talented artist become a
burden, because the artist's brain can no longer control them.
Eating a meal revolves around how
eating may affect a Parkinson's patient in conjunction with when he
takes his medicine. God forbid the individual have too much protein
and not enough dopamine-inducing foods, like carbohydrates. His meds
may not even work. Just the anxiety of thinking about what a new
restaurant may or may not serve is enough to set a Parkinson's
patient into a rappel of anxiety.
Parkinson's steals pace. You move
slowly, or sometimes not at all. Or sometimes, too much, like Michael
J. Fox, who suffers from dyskinesia, which is a side affect of some
of the medications he takes.
Parkinson's robs empathy. The brain
can no longer register the hows or whys behind someone's, or even one's
own, emotions.
Parkinson's takes the voice. The brain can't
tell the muscles to do what they're supposed to do, so therapy is
often needed simply so an individual can maintain the ability to
speak. And, when he speaks, the wrong words often come out, and not
for lack of intuition. The Parkinson's patient knows the concept he
wants to get across, but he no longer has the capacity to put it into
words.
That all being said, now imagine you're
Robin Williams. You've suffered depression your whole life. You've
battled addition. And, the only thing that's gotten you though has
been the ability to give the gift of laughter to others through your
lightening wit, your rapidly interchanging impressions, which are
always accompanied by movements even the most adept camera operators
can't capture quickly enough.
Then, you're told you have Parkinson's.
You will lose the ability to empathize,
and love – something Robin Williams did very well.
You'll lose your legs. You won't run from Camera A to Camera B.
You'll lose your arms, and all the waving around and expressing.
You'll lose your tongue, and your ability to manipulate it, along with your diaphragm when altering your personality to get a laugh.
Lastly, you'll lose your wit and speed.
And, this is not a negative outlook. This is fact. Parkinson's slows down everything, both body and brain.
Can you even imagine how scared Robin
Williams must have been?
I still see glimpses of my
father-in-law in the hours his meds work. He can still pair paint
colors like no one's business, and redesign the front entry way of my
home in a detailed, architectural drawing, even if it takes him days
to draw it out, intermittently, among all his highs and lows.
When his meds suddenly stop working, leaving nothing but the frozen shell of a man who could move just five minute earlier? I
have also been the one to hold him for ten minutes as he tries to
walk his lead feet down the two front porch steps at our house to get
out to my in-laws' car. I've reassured him I can hold him, over and
over and over again, as his anxiety rises and he fears he may fall.
In those moments, the artist is gone. It's simply Parkinson's versus
a man. A man I could carry down the steps, but won't. Of the little
dignities he has left, this is one. He will walk.
And we, who love him, will wait.
For more information about Parkinson's, I've found the Wikipedia
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parkinson's_disease) explanation to be
the most well-rounded. You can visit the Parkinson's Foundation Web
site, but I feel good ol' not-usually-totally-reliable Wikipedia does a pretty good job of describing the
neuropsychiatric symptoms of it. And, these are symptoms I don't
think the general public is familiar with. In my opinion, they are by
far the most crippling.