In a few days, I will be 23 months with no Parkinson’s symptoms. If you have been reading the last couple of posts (April 30th and May 4th), you will see that the path toward recovery requires fighting Parkinson’s on a different path than the one our doctors point to. Their path includes medications, walker, wheelchair, falling down, no hope, and lots of fear, and no chance of recovery. My path, the Recipe for Recovery path, includes no medications, no walker, no wheelchair, no falling down, lots of love and joy and gratitude and happiness and faith and hope…and NO FEAR that we cannot overcome; and YES, a chance of recovery. This morning, it reminded me of a Robert Frost poem.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
For me, when faced with the daunting news, “Yes, Howard, you have Parkinson’s Disease,” there were but two roads on which to travel. Like Robert Frost, “I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”
All my best,