Quite a lot, actually. As Darlene and I were traveling yesterday [September 29th] from Sacamento to Montreal, I took the time to reflect over the unusual nature of the century we live in and the way we as a culture focus our energies. And, perhaps even more, reflecting on the changes in that focus through the retrospective lens of the 62 years of my life [1/3rd of which spent under the Damaclecian sword of Parkinson's Disease]. No one could have visualized, in 1951, a gathering of doctors, research scientists, neurologists, neurosurgeons, registered nutritionists, professional fundraisers, surgical nurses, electrical and mechanical engineers, political activists, caregivers, and, last but not least, patients, dealing with one specific health threat to the human population. Yet here we are, thousands of us, engaged in the 3rd World Parkinson’s Congress: gathered for the purpose of sharing insights, hope, and support to all who are effected by this particularly galling condition. As a PWP it is extremely comforting to know that for the next 4 + days everyone who I interact with knows why I have difficulty moving in a fluid manner: knows why my voice is quiet and subdued: knows that underneath this frozen mask is a once vibrant human personality, battered bay the ravages of one of the plagues of our time: knows that I still love, live, cry, laugh, long, lust; just not with the same volume, not with the same [or any] gleam in my eye. If there is anything that I can get across to those who read this BLOG; anything that I can share; it is this feeling of not only not being alone with this burden, but feeling connected to a greater cause; being a part of healing process that promises real solutions to people in need.
So, for those of you who have followed my writings in the past, I hope you will join me on the “Mobile Park Bench”, as I try to share some of the View from Montreal. And as to what John and Yoko have to do with what’s going on here in Montreal, Darlene and I are staying on the 17th Floor of the Fairmont Queen Elizabeth, just around the corner from the room where John and Yoko spent their 7 days in bed in 1969 “Giving Peace a Chance”. I have enough of the 60′s left in me to appreciate the proximity to this part of my “sacred store”, and to the “Give Peace a Chance” solgan would simply share the tag line we use for the Parkinson’s Association of Northern California. ”Until There’s a Cure: Hope and Healing Everyday”.