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  • Writer's pictureEllen Bookman

Today, I am not laughing.

Welcome to my first blog post ever. I haven’t even figured out anything. As far as the name, I thought “Shaking with Laughter” was hilarious when my very clever friend blurted it out one day. But, I decided to scrap that when I saw it all over the Internet.

On January 29, 2018, at the age of 52, I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s.

I am not 100 percent sure why I am even doing this. What am I trying to prove? Who really cares what I have to say. I am obsessed enough with this disease. Do I really need to drag down people with me? So, instead of really thinking about it, I just started writing. It is at this very moment that I realized that I must tell my story and that my initial goal for my first-ever blog post was to be funny, charming and witty.

But, guess what? I feel like shit today. My legs are stiff. My hormones are in disarray, and my head hurts. Just another day in the life of Parkinson’s.

I dedicate this blog to anyone living with a Parkinson’s diagnosis young or old and your caregivers cause they make the world go round. I will hold nothing back. Hopefully, I can help one person get up off the couch and to the gym to box so they can get out from under the disease.

The Diagnosis.

The shortened version. Started with an issue in my foot. Dr. told me to not eat so much Splenda. Literally can not make this shit up. I waited three years before pursuing the foot issue. I went to my Dr. and after telling me I was crazy — cause that ‘s how I roll with people — always joking with them and them with me — he suggested I make an appointment with the neurologist in his practice. I went. She checked me out and quickly said she thought I had Parkinson’s and wanted me to go to specialist. I did. She, too, diagnosed me with Parkinson’s.

It was at this moment that my husband, Lee, and I looked at each other in complete shock. I have never been sick in my life. I am a total hypochondriac. I diagnose myself with things all the time, WTF! I was shocked into utter silence. We went home, and we literally couldn’t speak for what felt like days. For some reason, I am having a hard time describing this phase cause it was such a fucked up time in our 27 year marriage. So, let me just say that it was Lee who got me through what was going to change my life forever…our marriage forever.

Everything changed forever!

I promise I will be funny next time or maybe the time after.


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