Those Brady twins, as I have come to think of them, are the bane of this Parkinson’s CarePartner’s existence. They work hand in hand to slow down everything my husband tries to do. It is no wonder that he feels exhausted when he is having to consciously work with his brain and body to do activities that were once automatic. He pushes back on the physical challenges by exercising. Staying active has helped him slow the progression of symptoms and gives him some semblance of control of his body. We can only hope that this activity also helps speed up the processing centers of his brain, but it’s much more difficult to gauge.

One of the questions his neurologist asks is whether he can do complicated or multi-step tasks and the answer is no. He used to be able to handle multiple challenges easily, but now has to have directions broken down into smaller steps. It isn’t that he doesn’t have the capability, it’s that his brain must work through each step and send instructions to his body before moving on. It becomes a difficult and tedious problem for both of us as I try to help him and often just make things worse.

I am learning to practice patience and step away so he can complete things in his own way and his own time. I am learning to ask single questions and wait for his response before adding to the conversation. I am learning to let him know when we need to hurry and ask if I can help or take over a particular task to get it done. I am trying to be respectful of the man who is trapped in a body that becomes more difficult for him to manage every day thanks to Mr. Parkinson and those darn Brady twins.