In December 29, 2018, at 52, I was diagnosed

with Young Onset Parkinson's Disease.

I was devastated and had no idea what to do next. If not for my husband, Lee; my boxing group's leader, Denise,  and my mentor Sara, who I met during a boxing class, I would NOT have gotten as far as I have.

 

After a rough start, including taking too much Dopamine, a doctor switch and a lot of anxiety attacks later, I started boxing, riding horses, cooking, gardening and decorating my home.

 

The funny part is that I never had an interest in any of these things prior to the diagnosis  (except my love for horses).I dedicate this blog to those of you who have experienced a diagnosis that lacked empathy, dignity and respect. Know there is hope. Know that people care.