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My entire life I was daddy’s little girl. My dad was the bravest, funniest, smartest, most hardworking, cleverest, handiest man I ever knew. He taught me so many things. I remember the day he and mom came home from the doctor and told my brother and I about his diagnosis. I was shocked and scared. I had no idea what to expect, but it sounded bad.
Five years ago, when I was diagnosed with PD, I wrote an article for the PSW newsletter. The tile was “My New Reality”. I expected the diagnosis, as our son had been dealing with Parkinson’s for about 15 years, and as a volunteer with the Parkinson Support & Wellness Organization, I had many opportunities to learn about PD. I knew too much about the symptoms I was experiencing. At least I did not have to deal with denial.
On race day you can find me running around, eating a goetta slider, or with my team Snags Snails. I've often been asked what that name means: Snag is a nickname that my Dad received as a kid after receiving a snaggletooth in a sledding accident, and Snails just felt appropriate because we are NOT a running family.
