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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Parkinson's Humor: Three Years Later

July 17, 2011 was the date I started this Parkinson's Humor blog. Those three years have flown by. I am still amazed that people read my stories and even more amazed they come from all over the world.  

The red dots represent where my readers live

I am still friends with the first people I met in a Parkinson's Chat Room (see Chat Room link on left sidebar.)  Karyn from Australia, who convinced me to start this blog and helped me decide DBS surgery was right for me. Steve and Linda from Kentucky, who headed up the chat room and Andrew from Australia who still has his pet snake named Pelorus. But, I have only met one of them in person; Mary L from Mississippi, who
YumaBev and Mary L in New Orleans, LA
arranged for me to be the guest speaker at a Parkinson's disease conference in New Orleans in April 2013. I've met several other Parkies that I have interacted with online at conferences in Southern California and Phoenix.  

YumaBev and Kip from Nevada

YumaBev and Michelle from Louisiana

Mick from Arizona and YumaBev

YumaBev and Roy from Florida

Davis Phinney and YumaBev

Some things have NOT changed. My hair style is still the same except for some "wings" trying to grow out
YumaBev's wings

from the DBS surgery. I still use the same ancient desktop computer, which I hope lasts forever. My mouth still hangs open when I watch TV. My handwriting is still illegible. I still wear Velcro sneakers. I still like to laugh and make others laugh. My Wonderful Husband is still wonderful.  

And some things have changed. My right foot no longer dances under the desk when I am trying to write. I no longer have foot cramps. I still go to bed around 11 pm, but now I sleep until 6 or 7 am, which means I miss the sunrises. I take much less Parkinson's medications, so the dyskenisia has stopped, which means I've gained a few pounds. I walk more normally. I can, once again, cut my own steak, but peas still give me trouble. My singing voice has gotten worse (I know, it's hard to believe, but it's true.) My voice has gotten quieter (I know, hard to believe, right?) and some times my speech isn't very clear, but I keep right on speaking. In fact, I've been invited back to speak to Dr Sherman's first year medical school students in November.


All in all, I'd say I am doing very well. I am looking forward to the next 3 years and hope to meet many more of you in person.


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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Knowledge is Power with Parkinson's Disease

Today, July 10, 2014 marks the 11th anniversary of my Father's death. Even though he didn't die of Parkinson's disease, it was a huge contributing factor. 

Back then, I didn't understand when the staff at the hospital said, "Parkinson's makes everything worse." I didn't understand that his dementia may have been caused by the many different medications he was taking. I didn't understand why he seemed to have lost his sense of humor. Why he no longer made witty, sarcastic quips. Why he no longer laughed like he used to. 

I didn't understand why it was painful for him to put his arms behind his back to put on a jacket or raise his arms above his head to take a tee shirt off. I didn't understand why he would just sit and stare off into space when he used to love to play golf or read books or go to shows and plays. I didn't understand why his nose would run or why he'd sometimes drool on himself and not seem to even realize it. I didn't understand how he could fall just by turning around in the kitchen. I DO NOW.

Back then, I didn't understand a lot of things because I didn't know much about Parkinson's. I only knew that people with Parkinson's had shaky hands. That was it. I knew nothing about the rigidity, slowness, cognitive problems, facial masking or balance issues. I was totally clueless

Heck, I didn't even realize, way back then, that I already had Parkinson's disease myself, for at least 5 years. I remember asking my Father's neurologist, if maybe my problem with my right hand was Parkinson's and his reply, "Don't waste my time, your problem is orthopedic not neurological." He was totally wrong and it makes me wonder, just how much about Parkinson's HE knew? 

The point of this story is knowledge is power. As a Parkie or their care-partners, you need to learn about this disease. You need to know that Parkinson's will even make getting over a cold take longer. You need to know that the medications we take can have serious side effects and that other medications can interact with them as well. You need to keep learning and fighting and laughing and forcing yourself to keep moving and interacting with others. If you don't, then Parkinson's will win.

I miss both my parents every day, and I have photos of them on my walls. When I look at their smiling faces, I remember the good times. I will not give up, I will not give in, I will not hide in the dark. If I can still do it after having this damn disease for more than 15 years, you can to. 


YumaBev's Mom and Dad


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Tuesday, May 6, 2014

May Flowers

There's an old saying: 
April showers bring May flowers. 

We seldom get ANY rain in Yuma, Arizona, and this year we got none in April but we still have the May flowers.

I, however, grew none of them. While my Mom had a green thumb, mine is brown. I can even kill fake plants. Many of my neighbors do have green thumbs and since most of them have already left to go back North for the summer, I get to enjoy the fruit of their labor on my morning walks. It's a shame they do all the work and never get to see the blossoms.

All of these beautiful cacti have bloomed in the last few days. The flowers open very early in the morning and by mid-afternoon, they are already dying. The flowers are huge, but only last one day. Some will bloom again in the next month or so, others won't bloom again until next year. If I didn't walk every morning, I would miss seeing them. 








This is the Sleeping Cactus from a couple years back. It sure has grown and to think the nursery was going to throw it in the trash.




This is the cactus that my photo won a Facebook Contest and was featured in the University of Arizona's Co-op Extension brochure a few years ago.


I have to be very careful when I take these photos, because one false step and I'd end up with prickly needles stuck in me. OUCH!



Today, on my walk, I noticed a different kind of tree, one that perhaps, even I could grow myself. It's a bottle tree...



Have a Happy Parkie Day!  

PS:
As luck would have it, the neighbor with the bottle tree left a few days ago. As he was leaving, I jokingly said, "I'll keep an eye on your bottle tree while you are gone." We both laughed and he headed north for the summer.

Well, guess what? I walked past his place today on my morning walk and this is what I saw:



Yup, all the bottles were gone off his tree! 

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Thursday, April 3, 2014

My Fancy Phone Fiasco

Most of my friends, neighbors and even fellow Parkies (people with Parkinson's disease) have new cell phones. They have iPhones or Galaxy phones or some other newfangled Android phones with touch screens and speech features. All they have to do is say, "Call Bev" or "What's the weather in Kalamazoo" and the phone does just that. It calls me or tells them the current temperature back home in Michigan. They can even play humorous videos and games on their phones.


Some of my neighbors fancy phones

I have an older Smart phone. It's the kind that still has a qwerty keyboard, albeit a small one. I can make phone calls with it, type texts with it, take pictures with the camera, use the navigation feature and check my email, Facebook and Twitter accounts. I can even look things up on Google search. When it rings, it tells me who is calling if I have them in my contact list. It mispronounces very simple names, like Lisa and Home (it says Liza and Hum,) but gets the complicated names right for the most part (Dermatologist or Neurosciences.) The one thing it doesn't have is speech. I have to type everything in on that tiny keyboard. 
My old Smart phone

Well, a few months back, my phone started acting up. Calls were being dropped. The battery didn't seem to be holding a charge. It looked like I'd need a new phone. I, unlike most people, hate new electronic gadgets. I still use a desktop computer with XP from 2004. I like the older versions of software that came with it so, I refuse the software upgrades whenever they pop up. I like my ancient non-usb keyboard (you really have to press on the keys to type.)

So, I went phone shopping. After looking at what was available at the local stores, I decided to order my new phone online. Why? Because I'd have 30 days to try it if I purchased online and only 15 days if I bought it at the store (does this make any sense to anyone?) 

My new Android phone came within 3 days and my first job was to figure out how to get all the phone numbers in the contacts transferred to the new phone. It was easy; I called my Step-daughter and she talked me step by step through something called Bluetooth (and I thought Bluetooth was only for in the car.) Then I had to figure out HOW to use the phone to make calls. I tried the "Call David" feature, but the voice recognition didn't understand my Parkie speech. So, I had to find the number keys. There aren't any, you just touch the numbers on the screen. This was a disaster as I would invariably either not touch hard enough or my Parkie fingers would stutter and I'd end up typing two or three number 9's.

When my new phone rang, it just whistled. I tried to find a setting where it would tell me who was calling, but could not. I also couldn't find a ring tone that actually rang, like an old fashioned phone. I know I'm weird, but when my phone rings, I know it's MY phone.

I was missing my old phone and it was just the first day. Then I got my first incoming text message. I tried to reply using speech, but the words it kept typing were not the words I was speaking. So, I had to try to correct it using the touch screen alphabet. I couldn't find the backspace, and my stupid fingers didn't do any better at this than they did typing numbers.

I tried the "What's the weather in Yuma?" and got a Yo Mama YouTube video. Then I tried to send a new text to a friend at 11 pm local time and ended up calling someone in Florida where it was 2 am. I never could get my Twitter or Facebook page on the new phone and email was problematic, too. I was really missing my old phone. 

A neighbor suggested I try a stylus, a pen type instrument designed for touching touch screens. I bought one, but still had the same problem; I'd either not touch hard enough or I'd double touch. Argh! I'd had enough! I wanted my old phone back.


Stylus for phone

I called my cell phone provider and told them I wanted to re-activate my old phone. No problem. They would turn my new phone off and the old one would be back on in a few hours. Well, 12 hours went by and no phone, then 24 hours. I borrowed a neighbors phone to call them back. Oops, it turns out I'd need a new SIM card in my old phone in order to reactivate it. They turned the new phone back on and mailed me a SIM card; only it was the wrong card. More phone calls, more wrong SIM cards mailed. Finally, they sent the right SIM card and with two days of my 30 trial days left, I finally got my old phone working again. I hastily packed up and mailed the Android phone back.

The funny thing is, now that I happily have my old phone back, calls are not being dropped and my battery is lasting just as long as it always did. Maybe it just needed a break or maybe it just wanted to be appreciated (just like the rest of us.)

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Mission Accomplished

Back in September of 2011, my Wonderful Husband and I took a car trip to see the Fall colors in Colorado. We both took a lot of pictures and had a very enjoyable time. One of the pictures my Wonderful Husband took was of a church. It was sitting back off the main highway, probably a quarter mile away. There were dark evergreen trees and the mountain in the background and a row of bright yellow aspens just behind the white church. The meadow that was between us and the church was filled with native plants in various shades of orange, red and yellow. It was a beautiful scene. It wasn't until we got back to Arizona and were looking at our photos on the computer that we could see the name of the church: Holy Family Mission. An internet search revealed that this Catholic church had been built in the early 1940's.



At a later date, probably in early 2012, I posted the photo on my Facebook page. It was seen by Richard
"Ricketysticks" McWilliams, who also has Parkinson's disease. He asked permission to use my Wonderful Husband's picture because he wanted to paint this church. I had seen some of Richard's paintings online and I was very impressed. Besides painting, Richard makes canes from tree branches and then gives them away to people who can't afford them, hence the "Ricketysticks" nickname. He's made over 4000 canes in the last 45 years! My Wonderful Husband said yes and we emailed Richard a bigger file size of the photo so he would be able to see the detail better.


Fast forward to 2014. I knew the painting was finished because Richard had sent me a photo of it. Then I got a message from Richard that a neighbor of his was coming to Yuma (Richard lives in N. California) and the painting was in the man's truck. Well, a few days later, Richard's neighbor, Jason, called and said he was in Yuma. We made arrangements to meet and he gave me the Mission painting!!  I sent an autographed copy of my Parkinson's Humor book and a CD of my silly song parodies back with Jason (not nearly an equal trade, but it was all I had.)


YumaBev with the 2 Mission pictures


Here is a picture of me holding Richard's painting with the photo in the background. I'd call it Mission Accomplished.


Monday, February 17, 2014

Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot

One of the latest non-motor symptoms of Parkinson's disease I have been experiencing are hot flashes. They start with my face or neck and spread downward. Thankfully, they only last a minute or two, so I don't end up drenched in sweat like some other Parkies I know. When I am with friends and take my jacket off, then put it back on again, then take it off, and put it on again (sometimes within twenty minutes and when the temperature is actually cold), I use my sense of humor and just say, "Guess I'm still a Hot Mama!"


YumaBev as a Hot Mama

I have them multiple times during the day, but I always having one as soon as I lie down to go to sleep. It doesn't matter whether I am taking a nap or going to sleep for the night. Within two minutes of becoming prone, the heat starts.

These night time hot flashes are irritating. I kick off the covers, then become chilled, so I pull the covers back up, then I get hot again, then chilled and finally go to sleep. If I get up in the night to go to the bathroom, as soon as I lie down again, another one happens. Hot, cold, hot, cold. It's a wonder I get any sleep at all (and I feel sorry for my Wonderful Husband who sleeps next to me.)

The autonomic nervous system (ANS) regulates the functions of our internal organs and controls such things as heart rate, digestion, breathing, salivation, urination, blood pressure, sexual arousal and perspiration. Parkinson's and lack of dopamine affects our ANS and is probably what screws up our internal temperature gauges.



Females have similar hot flashes during menopause, but I went through that several years ago. In my research for this story, I had one gentleman tell me he was going through "MAN-opause," and another fellow wondered why he never gets hot flashes when he's outside shoveling snow and could use the extra warmth?

What can be done about it? Not much, apparently, so I just adapt and try to laugh about it.

Monday, January 27, 2014

The Importance of PROPER DBS Programming

The one year anniversary of my DBS surgery came and went without any fanfare. There was no celebrating, no party, nothing. Why? Because I felt awful. I was having mood swings, I was sleeping way too much, I was grumpy and I was depressed. It seemed like all the humor was gone. This had been going on for months and was getting worse. My motor symptoms (tremor, rigidity, slowness) were okay, but I was miserable. I was convinced the surgery or the DBS settings were to blame. I even found myself having suicidal thoughts, but figured I'd screw up and make myself worse. I was beginning to regret having the surgery.

Then, I got an email from another lady with Parkinson's disease who also had the DBS surgery and she was experiencing similar personality changes. So, I went on some DBS Facebook groups that I belong to and asked if anyone had heard of the DBS settings causing depression in people who didn't have it prior. The answer was a resounding YES. My friend Gretchen called me and said I needed to find a good programmer immediately. She even suggested flying to Florida to see her programmer, but I thought I should be able to find someone closer.

Okay, now what do I do? I made an emergency appointment with a neurologist who could adjust my DBS settings, but he said he didn't think my depression was DBS related and suggested a psychiatrist and antidepressants. I tried a couple antidepressants, but they made me feel worse. 

In desperation, I called all the medical people I knew in Tucson, Arizona and the same name kept coming up: Dr. Scott Sherman. Well, it turns out that I was already scheduled to speak to a class of Dr. Sherman's first year medical students at the University of Arizona Medical School about my life with Parkinson's disease. So, I contacted the person who had arranged the speaking engagement and asked him if he would tell Dr. Sherman about my problem and ask if he could see me as a patient.

Dr. Sherman said yes. He actually called me himself and made an appointment for me the same day that I would be speaking to his students. Well, he moved my settings up to a different spot on the stems in my brain and within a few days, the difference was amazing. I had more energy, I felt more sociable, and the depression was gone. My gait was almost normal, the morning tremor in my right hand was gone and the rigidity and slowness I'd get every afternoon was also gone. I still have some speech issues; I drop consonants or speak too softly or quickly, but maybe this can also be fixed with some program tweaking.


Dr Scott Sherman and YumaBev

DBS can be wonderful for people with Parkinson's and I now realize that finding someone who can properly program the unit is just as important (or maybe more important) as finding a great surgeon to implant it. It was a 250+ mile drive each way to find my perfect programmer, but it was well worth it.



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Monday, January 20, 2014

Apathy and Parkinson's Disease

Definition of Apathy: 
   1. Lack of passion, emotion, excitement
   2. Lack of interest, a state of indifference
   3. Lack of motivation

Apathy can be a major non-motor symptom of Parkinson's disease. Combine it with fatigue, another major non-motor symptom, and it's no wonder we Parkies can be seen as lazy, disinterested or uncaring by friends, family and even strangers. 

What causes apathy in people with Parkinson's? It is believed to be due to chemical changes in the basal ganglia part of the brain. Dopamine is not only the primary neurotransmitter for motor control and movement, but it is also necessary for goal-oriented behavior, enjoyment and motivation. In other words, dopamine is our "feel good" chemical and as the dopamine levels in our brain get less and less, we no longer enjoy the things we used to and we become more apathetic. It's not that we don't care, it's that we can't care. Our dopamine deprived brains just don't work like they used to.

I am just as apathetic as the rest of you. I used to enjoy going to karaoke, but it's in the evening and by that time of day, I don't feel like going out. After dinner, it's easier to put on my pajamas and watch TV instead. I was never into card playing or crafts, and I'm not a reader, so I am bored, a lot. I have a problem with my neck/shoulder which is aggravated by computer use, so I don't even spend much time online. I'm not a cook and cleaning also aggravates my shoulder, so mostly, I do nothing (thank goodness my Wonderful Husband cooks and helps with the cleaning.) I have closets full of clothes I don't wear, so I can't even get interested in shopping. 

I did, however, start walking again. I walk alone in the mornings and with a neighbor in the afternoon. I used to enjoy talking on my walks, but now I mostly listen, as I have developed some speech problems and I can tell people have a hard time understanding me. 

About the only things I DO look forward to are social interactions with friends and neighbors. I usually don't say much (the speech thing), but I enjoy listening. I have always enjoyed being around people and I still do. Aside from that, there just isn't anything that interests me. I wish there was.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Walk Quietly and Carry a Big Stick

My Parkie friend Rick lives in northern Maine and makes walking sticks in his spare time. Last Spring, I traded him a copy of my Parkinson's Humor book for a walking stick. I didn't get to use it over the Summer. Since my DBS surgery, I sleep later and I have missed many sunrises. By the time I would get up, it was just too darn hot to walk.

However, now that the weather is cooler, I started walking again. Usually, I walk late in the afternoon, about 4:30 pm. My neighbor, Freida, walks with me. 


Sometimes I walk by myself, in the morning, and the one day I forgot to take the walking stick with me, I needed it. Not for walking, but to fight off a fierce dog that decided to chase me; barking and trying to bite me. So, I turned around and in my gruffest voice possible, I barked right back at it and then stomped my foot and finally, it decided to run off back home. Needless to say, I don't walk past that house anymore, but from now on, I always remember to carry my big stick.


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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

A Parkie Speaks to Future Doctors

My phone rings and it is Adam, the Medtronic DBS Therapy representative from Tucson, Arizona. I met Adam during my DBS surgery and he was with me when I had the final scalp surgery a few months ago. I joke with him about only recognizing him when he is wearing a surgical mask. He appreciates my warped sense of humor. He has called to ask if I'd be willing to come to Tucson speak to a class of first year medical students about living with Parkinson's disease? I say YES! He asks if he may give my phone number to Scott Sherman, MD, PhD, who is the Associate Professor of Neurology at the University of Arizona. Again I say YES. He laughs and says he knew I would say yes and that he'll be back in touch with me after I hear from Dr. Sherman.  

A few weeks later, Dr. Sherman calls me. We talk about my Parkinson's, my DBS and his medical school students. He asks if I will be nervous speaking to a class full of students and I assure him that when it comes to public speaking, I am a pro. I ask him if I could become a patient of his and have him take a look at my DBS settings. I am convinced the settings are causing my mood problems. He says yes and will set up an appointment for the same day I speak to his class. He says either he or Adam will be back in touch to make all the arrangements.

A few days later, I hear from Adam and Dr. Sherman. Adam has made hotel reservations for me and my Wonderful Husband and would like to take us to dinner the night before I speak. Dr. Sherman has made an appointment for me right after lunch on the same day I speak to his students. He warns me his class starts at 9 am and he would like me there at 8:30 am. I say no problem, I'm up early.

My Wonderful Husband and I drive over to Tucson, get checked in to our hotel and a while later, Adam and his beautiful wife Liz, pick us up and treat us to a fantastic dinner at El Corral. He drops us off back at our hotel around 10 pm, and says he'll pick us up at 7 am. Seven? Yes, he says, seven. Dr. Sherman wants to meet me before his first classes start, which is 8 am. So, we set the alarm and go to sleep.
Liz, YumaBev and Adam

Adam is already waiting outside at 6:45 am, doesn't he ever sleep? We meet with Dr. Sherman in the campus coffee shop and everyone except me has coffee (I don't like coffee.) I have a big cup of ice water and a cinnamon roll. We visit for awhile and then Dr. Sherman heads off to teach his 8 am class. It amazes me how down to earth Dr. Sherman is. He's like the guy next door (only a lot more educated). The three of us visit and drink our drinks until it's time to find our way to the classroom. I find the tech guy and make sure my PowerPoint and videos will play and the mic is set for my voice. 
Adam and YumaBev waiting for class to start

The class starts with Dr. Sherman speaking about the medical basics of Parkinson's disease and then it's my turn. Within five minutes, I have the whole class laughing, including Dr. Sherman and Adam. I do my PowerPoint and show the class my before DBS video and then offer to answer any questions. Dozens of hands go up and I answer questions until time runs out and the students have to leave for their next class. After class, I sold a few books, mostly to students who had relatives with Parkinson's. My Wonderful Husband was supposed to be taking pictures, but he got too engrossed in my speech (even though he's heard it before) and forgets. Adam, who was sitting next to Dr. Sherman, tells me afterwards, that Dr. Sherman kept making comments like, "She's right" and "She's funny" and "She really knows about Parkinson's." 

Dr. Sherman's medical students

Dr. Sherman thanked me and headed off to his next class. Adam drove us back to the hotel and headed off to work. We checked out, ate lunch and went to Sherman's medical office for my appointment. I gave him a signed copy of my Parkinson's Humor book and he bought a extra copy for his staff. Then we talked about me and my problems and he adjusted my DBS, giving me a new "A" setting to try for my mood problems. 

I told him that I'd really love to speak to his neurology residents. He said he'd think about it. He thanked me again for speaking and we left and drove back to Yuma. 

Dr Sherman and YumaBev
I tried the new "A" setting and my mood changed back to the Happy Parkie I used to be. The difference was amazing! Come to think of it, so is Dr. Sherman.


My favorite quote of the day? Dr. Sherman, "Well, you have either just convinced them all to become neurologists or scared them so they won't!" Hopefully I encouraged them to become more than neurologists, hopefully, I encouraged them to become Movement Disorder Specialists!