I don’t know if it is the same for everyone else with Parkinson’s, but you know the crazy thing about this damn disease is how it sneaks into our lives, in my opinion – quickly and sporadically. I don’t remember my handwriting slowly getting worse, just one day it was illegible(of course that happened when I was 12, over 30 years ago). Nor can I remember my arms slowly stop swinging, just one day someone asked me “Why don’t you move your arms when you walk?” That was the first time I realized it. I don’t remember my gait getting slower or smaller, just one day noticed I was shuffling my feet. My sense of smell didn’t slowly fade, I remember being able to tell which one of my kids walked in the door from their fragrance (no not BO), then one day it was gone along with all other smells except those phantom ones I get from time to time. PD is a very adept thief, it enters our homes while we are there and takes from us precious items. Some of these items are returned to us just as suddenly with the use of modern medicine. Most we will most likely only see again in memories. Of all the things this thief has taken the one I miss the most is my ability to show emotion on my face without making it looked forced. To see my emotions reflected in the faces of my loved ones, some of whom have never known me before I was robbed. I look forward to the day that someone catches this thief red handed and it gets locked away to pillage no more.