The massage therapist named Raul

Every two weeks I enjoy a 90 minute massage. It makes me feel somewhat normal for a couple days....what ever works!! My friends think I get this amazing rub down from a tan exotic man named Raul, or someone exotic. The truth of the matter is, Raul is actually a 95lbs blonde girl going to the local community college who has the magical gift of strong hands. It is a moment when I can be selfish and take time for myself. Everyone needs to find their Raul!

Can't talk about it...

I can not state details, due to confidentiality......but this week, as a therapist, I have sat and absorbed so much emotion.  It seemed like the world was going through pain and all I could do is listen.  I am blessed....but there are some days that I wish I have magic wand to make every one's pain go away. 

Social Network is everywhere!!

As much as I get annoyed with the immersion of Facebook, I do have to admit that it is a great way to keep people with Parkinson's communicating and encouraging each other.  With that said, I have created a page for "Parkinson's in Balance" which will help with updates and comments about the program I run.  Please check it out and hopefully post something on the "wall".......let's get this page moving!

http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/pages/Parkinsons-in-Balance/216260998411944

Another year..

I used to prepare months ahead of time for my birthday.  Where would I hold my party?  Who would I invite?  But as you get older, you find yourself forgetting how old you really are.  Isn't it crazy that when we are younger, we count half years as monumental moments.....i.e. I am 6 and a half years old.  But now, it takes me a moment to remember my exact age!  Happy Birthday Me!