I am one-week post fundraiser as I write this blog.  One week to digest what the activities of one day meant to me and others.  Perspective is good.  When you are in the middle of organizing, running around and nagging, it is hard to see the bigger picture coming together.  It took a village to

Several months ago, a group of women from my PD support group approached me with an opportunity.  How about a fishing trip?  That was not on my bucket list and I had never wanted to fish.  However, the opportunity to spend time with a special group of people was something I could never pass up.

I just returned from an eleven-day, ten-night road trip – the great American experience.  Was I on a vision quest? No. I didn’t return with any spiritual awakening or thoughts of changing my way of life.  I did come back with some great pictures, new friendships and a renewed appreciation for this country’s beauty.  Mainly,

I decided to retire early.  I had the money and a license to practice pharmacy, so it wasn’t risky to quit early and enjoy life while I was still in good health.  On the second day, I was eager to get back to work.  Now what? I decided to try my hand at fundraising.  Nope,

It was about three years ago when I got the official diagnosis from the Movement Disorder Specialist.  It came fairly quickly from him.  It took me about two years to get to that point.  Like most of you reading this blog, I knew something was ‘off’.  I dragged my left leg.  I couldn’t sign my