I maintain an attitude of fighting this disorder partly in hopes of stumbling upon a cure in some out of the way corner, partly to encourage others, and partly for my own psyche. But I know that the day may, no, will come if nothing changes when I will lay down the burden or pass it to another. It is the nature of one dying to seek quiet solitude and that must be respected.

Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce said, " I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever. " A weary man accepting the inevitable, yes. But he had first fought the US army soldiers over a journey of 1100 miles.

Even without PD we all come to the end of our individual journey and things in my life have assured me that it is the beginning of another. I cannot ask for more than that.