I reached the end of Chapter 4 of Pete Langman’s Slender Threads last night. It’s a chapter in which he considers the question of what having Parkinson’s “means” – what the results of having the condition might be. He talks about playing the guitar (he was once a pretty good player, I gather) and about attending a less-than-satisfying gig.
But he concludes with the following, which resonated somewhat with me:
Perhaps this is what PD means to me – it means that I must do rather than merely experience. I find reading nigh-on impossible these days. But I write a lot.
It makes a perverse sort of sense.