When many people picture Parkinson’s disease, they envision the tremors. Their hearts sink, and they get quiet, perhaps thinking of a distant relative or friend who had the condition. Before my dad’s diagnosis in 2013, I fell into this category, picturing a man we knew from church who stooped over his pew. Occasionally, I explain to someone new that my dad is a victim of Parkinson’s. No matter who it is, their face grows dark, they bow their hea…
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