My Parkinson Story | Elizabeth Grover - Part 2

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This is the second installment, in a two-part series on Elizabeth’s Parkinson Story. Click here to read part 1.

In 1997 I noticed that, despite being right handed, I was using my left hand only to shampoo my hair and drink beverages. Hmmm, that’s odd.  At the end of the year I made a New Year’s resolution to do something about it, and after my primary care doctor ruled out a brain tumor with an MRI, I was diagnosed by a neurologist with Parkinson’s in March of 1998. Since both of my maternal grandparents had PD, I thought I knew what I was dealing with.

But my story turned out to be a different one – and a longer one. Since I was only 39 when diagnosed, I had more years ahead of me than either of my grandparents. And my life has rolled on. I have worked, mothered, and exercised, I met someone, I exercised some more, and I got married, I have worked some more, we have hiked, I have exercised and exercised some more. Now here I am almost 25 years later, and I can still walk and drive . . . and exercise! As you may gather, exercise has been a companion the whole time. And I truly believe that my PD is still as manageable as it is due to my determined efforts at exercise, including finding the most PD-specific exercises that target my symptoms directly.

Yes, I do sometimes get tired of exercising. I even give up occasionally. I have been laid low by cancer, unable to exercise due to exercise injuries and just plain lazy – but not a lot. I just make exercising part of my everyday routine, and I give thanks that I have had this much time – time to meet and love my grandchildren, time to appreciate my husband, time to get to know my children as adults, time to cherish life. And time to exercise.