This post will be heavy, but light, all at the same time. Many of you know the other disease process I've been living with, but many of you do not. Fortunately, this disease process is not my own, but unfortunately, it is my husband's. A well known quote comes to mind from Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities and it goes a little like this "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
Everyone sees a pink ribbon and knows its tie to breast cancer. But who knew Parkinson's has a ribbon? It's gray. So this is our Miller ribbon.
My husband was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease in mid 2019. He was diagnosed by a Nurse Practitioner who, when asking him to stick out his tongue for her exam, noticed tongue fasciculations. Tongue fasciculations are spontaneous, and intermittent contractions of the tongue muscles. Kudos to her for referring him to a neurologist. He feels he likely had it prior to this based on the symptoms he now knows as Parkinson's symptoms, but official diagnosis using levodopa to improve symptoms was official as of 2019.
People say vows every day. But the statement "in sickness and in health", is one of the most important lines. I am grateful daily that he didn't run for the hills when I was diagnosed. He is also grateful that I didn't run for the hills when he had his diagnosis. This connected us at an even deeper level than before.
He mentioned many times that he didn’t feel like him anymore, and I always said I understood. I truly thought I did, as I have experience with people with Parkinson’s as a physical therapist, but it wasn’t until I didn’t feel like me, like I was someone completely different in someone else’s body, before I truly understood. He then said “now you get it”. It was at that moment that we connected in a way only few get to connect in their relationships.
All this to let you know we're currently in Tucson, AZ for his deep brain stimulator surgery. He had one of two surgeries on October 10th for the lead placements. He has his second surgery this week to connect the leads and put the neurostimulator in his left chest (like a pacemaker).

I share this, as many of those who will go through cancer, may also have an immediate loved one who is also going through another medical condition, and neither is any more important than the other. Sometimes, a treatment may become a higher priority due to outcomes if not performed timely, but neither truly trumps the other. I asked my husband for permission, as this is a very personal thing for him, but he truly feels that others need to understand the impact that going through tough times can have on two people. It may sound absolutely bonkers, but it is somewhat of a relief at times to think of his needs for Parkinson's treatment rather than my needs for breast cancer treatment. He's also said the same, as he was mainly focused on my breast cancer treatments and didn't have time to worry about his upcoming brain surgery.
Writing this post prompted me to look up the quote I started above, and the full quote is:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
The paradox struck me as apropos. The concept of paradox continues to present itself with my diagnosis of breast cancer.