My best friend has Parkinsons . It is a very difficult disease. He is in a wheel chair now. I remember when he could hit a ball a country mile and run like a deer.
Tell me about it. When we moved here my brother-in-law helped me move my furniture in. He was strict about going to the gym several times a week. By the end he couldn't even wipe his chin. He eventually became too embarrassed to go out in public. The saddest part was that his wife, my wife's sister, was embarrassed to take him out (and we think encouraged him not to go out). He was such a nice guy and she treated him like crap after he became helpless. So badly in fact that my wife has not spoken to her sister since his death three years ago (and she lived a mile away).