It was in the fall of 1999 and I was frantically making appointment after appointment with my doctor to as certain what was wrong with me. My husband had just been diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and I was trying to accept that and was just learning what I was to confront with that horrible monster. I was sure something was very physically wrong. However, at this time, I was diagnosed with a deep depressive illness and was put on antidepressant. I couldn't accept the fact that my tremor in the left hand was psychological as the psychiatrist said. After a few months, I made an appointment with a neurologist and was subsequently diagnosed with Parkinson's. The Requip was begun , however I had a very difficult time adjusting to the medication. The neurologist persevered and eventually I had no more adverse side effects.
It is now 2009 and my condition has progressed very slowly ( or so my doctor tells me). I now have added carbodopa/levadopa to the Requip and still am able to live alone, drive my car, and generally be independent. I do have difficulty getting around in the morning, have my housework done by someone I hire, .
My friends are wonderful with me and are very helpful and patient. They do not understand though the inward pain and anxiety I have. I suppose no one but another PD sufferer can empathize with me properly. I suffer from insomnia and suppose always will. I am determined to live my life as fully as possible and sometimes I go when I have to use a cane to lean on for strength. I am so thankful that we have this forum to share our victories and defeats.
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