EGADS

I know where I recognized that dread, that weight, that sour taste that defined this morning after the election. I woke to it the morning after my diagnosis. Egads.

I grieved — occasionally still do — and I got out from under the weight. Time to do it again with yoga and:

My EGADS approach to Parkinson’s  ^{^(11/9/16)} Life

Exercise (yoga is good) & eat well (that includes pie)

Give a compliment (once in a while, I give one to myself)

Aaah moments (find three each day; in difficulty, refer to above: pie)

Do something for someone else

Step outside (breathe)

And remember – quoting my friend, Cindy – until there is a cure, there is community.