DBS? Courage. A second chance to live
DBS is on my mind. I am slowly inching towards the deep brain stimulation. Everyone I speak with has encouraging words. I MAY BE SCARED. I MAY HAVE ANXIETY. It's freakin' brain surgery. Who wouldn't have anxiety or be afraid? I have anxiety getting my teeth cleaned in the dentist office. This is MY CHANCE TO LIVE AGAIN. I want to explore places and experience things I have been thinking about since Parkinson's put my life on hold. I know DBS is not a cure and does not slow down progression. I'm still hoping for a cure, and reversal of damage, a repair of dopamine receptors and transmitters and I don't want to sit in a pool of my own urine waiting for my demise. This sure seems like a lifeline and I'm ready to live, again. It's funny the things that go on in the brain, recently I met up with a red tail hawk and had a sudden boost in courage. Is the hawk my spirit animal? Maybe. Did I have the courage all along and was my brain filled with so much nois...