The whole of the Parkinson experience is measured in tiny little steps. Whether it progresses or regresses the steps are tiny.

This morning for the first time in several mornings Cheryl awakened with an alertness that I have not seen for weeks. I helped her from the bed to the toilet and then she walked herself into the kitchen for breakfast. The previous few days I had rolled he into the kitchen in the transfer chair I purchased for watching grandchildren’s graduations. It was marvelous. She did not move rapidly but she was moving by her own power.

Is that progress or regress?

Which side of the fence are you on?

Today, this morning, her disease regressed a bit and she got up after a long night of sleep refreshed and able to move herself around.

Carpe Diem.