For several months in 2020, I watched with equal parts amusement and curiosity as the big toe on my right foot would twitch. I’d be watching TV, and there it would be, rhythmically taunting me to worry about it. Let’s face it though, there was a lot to worry about then and my sassy toe was low on the list. Over the next two years, it traveled up to my ankle, then to my leg and eventually to my right arm and hand. Many doctor visits and multiple tests provided no answers, until 2022 when more symptoms appeared.
You know how your Great Aunt Betty whispers the words she finds too terrible to say loudly? That is exactly how my neurologist said this to me two weeks before Thanksgiving: “Has anyone in your family ever been diagnosed with… (whispers) Parkinson’s…. Allie?” I would have laughed out loud, but I was concentrating on not passing out. He told me not to panic (too late!) because it would be rare for a woman my age to be diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease.