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I was diagnosed with
Parkinson’s in 2009. Trekking to Everest
Base Camp was on my bucket list for many, many years. When I was diagnosed with
Parkinson’s it came off the list for obvious reasons. My short-term memory was shot and I couldn’t
walk a straight line. In fact, I used
either a cane or a walker to get around.
It was an incredibly scary and
difficult time; I felt like I was 53 going on 80.
My symptoms slowly improved
with medication and physical therapy.
Just when I thought that maybe I would have a good year without worry,
in October 2011, for the second time,
I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It
was a bad one. The cells were very
aggressive and nasty. I was about to launch into a six month treatment plan
that scared me beyond belief. My younger
kids were 19, 17, and 17. I couldn’t
believe I was putting my family on yet another traumatic and terribly
frightening course. This time there was
a small chance I would die.
My oldest friends, with whom I share so much of my past, are those I grew up with in Ohio. I’ve known a lot of them since elementary
school. When I told my friends about the
cancer, one of the guys told me that another classmate, Greg, was about
to start chemo for lung cancer. Greg and
I got in touch and sort of re-united, since we hadn’t seen each other in over
35 years. We decided to be “chemo
buddies.” We talked almost every
day. We shared home remedies, talked
about medication side effects, that sort of thing. I believe I told Greg about my bucket list, but
I don’t quite remember (Parkinson’s brain!!)
I got better, but Greg did
not. He died in August of 2012. I was at his house after he died and I met
his brother Tom. I knew Greg had a
brother, but that’s all I knew. Things
got crazy in the house so Tom and I stepped outside for a bit. We chatted for a while, and Tom learned that
I was there because I was Greg’s “chemo buddy.”
Other than that, Tom knew nothing about me.
As we were talking about
health stuff I mentioned to Tom that I have Parkinson’s. Tom told me he receives health care at Scripps in La Jolla. Tom then told me about a doctor, Melissa Houser,
and some wonderful Parkinson’s research she’s doing at the Center For
Regenerative Medicine at Scripps. He
told me that she goes to dinner, the theater, and other such places with her
patients. Then he told me that the group
went to Kilimanjaro last year, and that all of the Parkinson’s patients on the
team had summited. We continued to talk
about Dr. Houser and Tom told me that she’s taking her patients to Everest Base
Camp next year.
You could have heard a pin
drop. I told Tom about my bucket list
and we just sat there – couldn’t say a word -- then we both started to
cry. We knew with such certainty that
Greg had given me a gift. There is no
way that this all came together by chance.
I’m not a religious person in that sense of the word, but I’m
spiritual. I know there’s something
beyond this, and that Greg is still the kind, thoughtful, and generous man I
knew.
Greg’s gift continues. The series of events that have occurred since
August continue to astound me. In early September I wrote Dr. Houser and her
team and asked if I could go with them next year, and in early September they
said they would be “honored” to have me.
I spread the word via social media and an "all hands" e-mail.
I was overwhelmed by the outpouring of affection and support.
I’ve known one of my Ohio friends, Rick Whipple, for over 50 years. He was my first real boyfriend in 6th grade -- he gave me a ring! We would hang out all the time, as kids do. When I told Rick about Everest he asked if he could go, and I thought he was kidding. He wasn’t. Everest Base Camp has been on his bucket list since he was in college. We contacted the Scripps people and he’s going.
There are so many other wonderful things that have happened since this journey began. I've re-connected with so many old friends new people have come into my life, all of whom have added to the wonder of Greg works in small ways but
he’s still at it. I’m taking his picture
with me to Everest so he can see it up close and personal.
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