Lost and Found, My Journey Living with Early Onset Parkinson’s
(written in 2020, three years after diagnosis)
Living with early onset Parkinson’s has been an amazing life journey of lost and found. For me, undiagnosed Parkinson's brought with it confusion, compromised coordination, less energy, sleepless nights, uncontrollable shaking, susceptibility to stress, and career transition. Upon diagnosis, Parkinson’s motivated my resolve to live with Parkinson’s in ways that inspire. I am hopeful my story can inspire your resiliency and journey with Parkinson’s.
Seeing Parkinson’s as an Opportunity
Facing compromised physical, mental and neurological health and an uncertain future, I was bewildered searching for answers to what I later came to understand was Parkinson’s gone undiagnosed for over five years. Before diagnosis, I learned I couldn’t handle my condition alone. Thankfully, I leaned into sources of strength, gifts in my life. Faith in God and a loving family. Upon diagnosis, I also came to better appreciate the vital importance of caring friends, playtime, attitude, community and expert medical care. I learned to lose stoicism, avoid playing victim and rather find opportunity, find grace.
My Parkinson’s diagnosis lifted a veil of uncertainty. It identified a condition I have, not who I am. It provided certainty even while Parkinson’s impact in my life ahead is uncertain. I was relieved. I understood Parkinson’s is a condition I can live with. And by sharing my condition with family and friends and reaching out to our Parkinson’s community, I knew I wasn’t alone.
Leaning into Faith – Giving Up
Overwhelmed and confused by Parkinson’s, I chose to “give up.” Yes, give up. Not quit. Rather, I found giving up control in life to God’s loving care lightens my journey. I found leaning into my faith in God has been vital to my attitude, outlook and resolve living with Parkinson’s. I trust God is for me, with me, by me and never against me. Amidst life-shaking confusion pre-diagnosis, I reminded myself life is not a sprint it’s more like a marathon. I have come to recognize Parkinson’s gifts in my slower pace, savoring the daily joys encountered in life and seeing God in others. Paradoxically, Parkinson’s hardship brought peace.
Career Transition
Parkinson’s meant I needed to transform my work life. Professionally, I enjoyed a thirty year media and magazine publishing career in leadership roles with several of America’s largest magazines during their peak years including TV Guide, Condé Nast and Parade Magazine, America’s most circulated and read magazine at the time. When my undiagnosed Parkinson’s emerged and disrupted my life, it handicapped my ability to meet the pace of dynamic leadership roles I had held. Lost in career uncertainty and transition, I motivated to find a second career where I could make a difference for communities in need at a pace I could handle, I discovered joy in fundraising for causes important to me. The pace is more manageable, the work is mission inspired and the friendships made are a blessing.
Learning to Walk Again
Parkinson’s has me learning new ways to enjoy my favorite athletic activities by adapting my game plan and the way I play. For example, the year after finishing the 2011 New York City Marathon, I lost my ability to run distances. My left side began shutting down after a half mile or so of running. This ended the jogs I enjoyed most with my teenage daughter Anna. It also shelved, or so I thought, my hope for doing more marathons. Adapting to circumstances, I figured that while I can no longer run a marathon, I can enjoy walking them. I did twice last year rediscovering Chicago’s beautiful Lake Front. Most gratifying, was the marathon walk I enjoyed with Anna during her stay with us last summer. One day this spring, I walked six consecutive “rounds" on our local golf course which had been closed to golfers because of the virus yet open for walkers. The six walking rounds equaled a marathon. Joyfully, my wife Terry, daughter Anna and sister Mary each joined for a round cheering me on. Parkinson’s showed me new joys to savor with family. My loving parents had often encouraged me to slow down my, at times, hyper active pace in life. Recognizing their encouragement and an unexpected gift from Parkinson’s, I have learned to walk again.
Inspiring Friendship
Moved to hear his story about completing several Iron Mans with Parkinson’s, I met Chris Dell last fall in a talk among those of us with early onset Parkinson’s coordinated by our common caregiver, Northwestern University Medicine. Chris inspires with his upbeat, can do attitude. He invited us to join him in his training workouts. After our first training session together, I returned home and shared my enthusiasm with Terry, my loving and patient wife of thirty years, about the fun Chris and I had doing track sprints together. Terry knew instantly it had me thinking about doing an Iron Man too. Terry was understandably reluctant. We agreed to move forward only if my doctor approved (she did) and providing the training strengthens rather than weakens me. I had my site set on the Iron Man this November in Cozumel Mexico. Chris is an encouraging, ideally suited training partner. Iron Man participants are required to finish in 17 hours. God willing, I would open water swim 2.4 miles within an hour and a half, bike 112 miles within eight hours and speed walk the marathon in seven hours; and along the journey, inspire myself and hopefully others. Instead, during bike training, my left side began to weaken significantly and became uncoordinated. Completing 112 miles by bike didn’t seem achievable. Meanwhile, most if not all organized Iron Man events are cancelled or postponed this year due to COVID. So I pivoted to do my own untimed half Iron Man in my home area. I adapted my journey and my goals to fit conditions swimming 1.2 miles in Lake Michigan, biking 56 miles up and down the scenic lakefront and walking 13.1 miles with Parkinson’s friend and training partner Chris cheering me on by my side. What a thrill. What a friend.
Playing a New Way
In my younger years I had been a competition level golfer. I grew up caddying and loved playing golf with my parents and two older brothers. Life-long friendships were forged. So was my love for the game until Parkinson's disabled my playing. I could no longer make one foot putts and at times would completely whiff short chip shots. I went five years without making a single birdie, something I had routinely done most rounds I played. Frustrated, and unwilling to throw in the towel, I got creative noticing my Parkinson’s did not adversely affect my backhand movements. I tried various novel approaches to putting and discovered one handed lefty putting. I now putt much better. I tried chipping lefty, inspired by a remaining skill for hitting two handed tennis backhands. My chipping touch returned. I reshaped my golf swing to accent a backhand motion. After five years of making no birdies, I now usually make one or two a round. Once a low handicap golfer, I now enjoy golf with a handicap by adapting the way I play. I enjoy playing again with life long friends, new friends and most of all my son Joe resuming our father-son golf adventures beginning in his childhood. More recently, Peter and Anna discovered fun playing the game together too.
On Court Resiliency
On the tennis court, I had been a competitive player using an unconventional forehand which I now attribute to early signs of Parkinson’s. In more recent years, I could no longer consistently toss the tennis ball or coordinate my body to hit a tennis serve. An opponent asked if I had had a stroke. In years past, my court speed had been an asset. I had enough endurance to last through three hour matches without slowing down. When Parkinson’s arrived, my legs deadened after twenty minutes and my serves were frustratingly inconsistent. Two years ago my doctor and I shifted my medicine to Levidopa. My coordination improved enough to serve better and have enough energy to last forty minutes or so with new tennis playing friends. Parkinson’s, tennis friends and expert medical care fuel my ambition. Ironically, our village tennis courts where we play were donated many years ago by TV ratings service namesake and philanthropist Arthur Nielsen, Jr. who had been treated for Parkinson’s by my same expert physician, Dr. Tanya Simuni who is the Arthur Nielsen, Jr. Research Professor of Parkinson’s Disease and Movement Disorders at Northwestern University of Medicine.
Family Trails
For years my sons, Peter and Joe, and I would enjoy half day and full day trail hikes together, scaling mile high mountains in the Adirondacks of New York, the White Mountains of New Hampshire and National Parks out West. When my PD symptoms developed, scaling boulder fields and navigating mountain cliffs together became past memories not present experiences. Instead, we now pivot to enjoy flatter trail hikes gazing up at nature's beauty which Peter, Anna and I did together last summer in the Grand Tetons around pristine mountain lakes at the base of each Teton peak. By changing altitudes and enjoying the view gazing up rather than down, Parkinson’s showed me where to re-look at the world together with my children in amazing journeys. Terry and I are now planning our next mountain lake trek to the Grand Tetons and Yellowstone.
Enjoying the Journey
Once ultra-focused on life goals, I’ve learned to slow down and enjoy life’s journey. I’ve learned to pay more attention to people and places I encounter day to day in the moment. I am learning that the better things in life sometimes come as interruptions to my plans.
I am learning that living with Parkinson’s inspires my faith and invites gratitude for loving, caring people in life; sharpens my empathy towards others who face challenges in life too; encourages patience to savor life’s joys; and find new ways to play favorite activities. Maybe living with Parkinson’s isn’t such a bad thing after all.