My Life and It’s Memories
I remembered when I was young playing Little League baseball, and when I got into High School, trying out for double A ball. My favorite past time gave me a chance to have my ultimate dream come true. I was playing Double A ball for the River dale Yankees, and I was so happy, that there was a possibility that I could play baseball professionally. I was in my second year in the minors, when one day I was pitching, which by the way was my position I played, and I went thru my delivery and hurt my tendon and I was in Agony.
The trainer and other players rushed over to me to assist me back to the bench. I knew something was very seriously went wrong . I went to a sports medicine doctor and took ex rays on my lower leg, and he said that my tendon was not strained, but snapped. This I said is not good. To repair the damage that was needed, due to it snapping in 3 spots, meant the healing was going to take a long time and possibly end my career.
The surgery took about 4 hours, and the doctor came back to my room and said, that they were able to connect the tendons, but my playing baseball was all over. I cried for several hours because my dream of being a professional ball player was over. For 2 years after the surgery, and still not recovered, I went back to the doctor who did the surgery, and I had to go back into surgery because I stressed the tendon. He told me after x rays that I didn’t tear them, but only strained them and I had to stay off my feet for 3 months. At this point I was getting disgusted with myself.
I was so down, and didn’t have an interest in doing anything at this point. I was very dejected
After I reached age of 23, I started to feel better about life as I graduated college with a Business Law Degree. The turn of events occurred in the next 7 years until I reached 31, I again was saddened due to the loss of my sister. I was depressed, and didn’t want to talk to anyone and this way lasted for about 7 years. I was alone, didn’t care what I was doing, and didn’t have many friends.
One day when I was about 40, I became a father to a beautiful and lovely daughter. I was on the top of the world for about another 7 years until I got divorced after being married for 18 years. I was in a marriage until I couldn’t take any more Negativism from my wife. Now I got remarried and been married for 14 years. I got a beautiful son to carry my name and my heritage as a Cohen to continue. I just turned 52 a few months ago, when I had to go to a Neurologist. I was having problems with walking, my tremors were so bad and my head was shaking and had a difficult time functioning.
They had done many test, and originally they thought it was a brain tumor, thank G-d it wasn’t then they thought it was Huntington disease, which would cause my death, which the findings do to my heritage from Poland, as I was an Ashkenazim Jew. I was very concerned about that finding. Would have to test my daughter that was older, and my son.
Well one day I couldn’t walk, so they rushed me to the hospital, and had a top notch Neurologist look at my past history, and saw a test that made him feel that previous diagnosis was all wrong. It was Oct. 1 2007 and I had to go back to the Neurologist as some tests came back and he gave me a new diagnosis. He pointed out that what I had was Parkinson Disease. Well I didn’t know enough about it so I researched it and accepted the doctor’s findings. Well I am older now of a ripe old age of 58 and I take 9 medications every day and feel OK.
The progression of this debilitating disease has not kicked in on another level yet. I try to say positive thou I have an illness. My thoughts is that it is 75% mental and 25% physical. The only other thing I knew was to start writing. I always loved to write, but never took the next foot forward. So it has reached this point in my life knowing I am older, having Parkinson Disease, married again, and a 13 yr old that was Autistic .
The most important part of my soul is to stay positive and care for others as this trait will never stop, which I learned from my Grandmother. G-d rest her beautiful soul.