I have decided that I need this blog to keep my sanity, or at least what is left of it. Twelve years ago my husband was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease, better known simply as PD, though there is nothing simple about it. Sometimes I feel like my husband and I are the only two people in the world . . . the disease can be that isolating. Friends and family are caring and well-meaning, but, unless you have first hand experience with the disease, and know the zig-zag, unpredictable course that is one of its hallmarks, you can sympathize, but never empathize. Alas, that is true for so much of life. In the last three years my husband’s PD seems to have ratcheted itself up a few notches, and, in doing so, overturned both of our lives. Of late I have often found myself floundering. I have felt the need to put my thoughts and feelings into words and, in doing so, find solace, peace, and a connection to others on the same path on which I now find myself. So, here I am. I am ready to share my journey here with you.