Tomorrow is August 8, 2007.....Not a special day for most people unless it's your birthday or anniversary but it's a special day for me and for my family. You see, ten years ago, on August 8, 1997 I was diagnosed with early onset Parkinson's at the age of 41. My husband was 40, my daughter 14 and my son 11. I remember very clearly the conversation we had with them when my husband and I came home from the specialist that day. A tough, emotional and challenging discussion of frank honesty and sheer terror on all our parts. Seven years of medications, creating support groups, organizing superwalks to raise funds, writing, talking and starting cross border conventions....seven years and suddenly a new doctor tells me I had never had Parkinson's. The diagnosis was wrong and there was actually nothing medically wrong with me! Was this a miracle? Did I somehow "heal myself?" Were they wrong in the first place? Three years later I can tell you this: I definitely do not have Parkinson's disease. I am extremely healthy. I changed careers, I kept my family (they love me too.) we moved houses and completely changed our perspectives on many of the things in life that were no longer important and those that were...Today I spoke with my daughter who lives out west and asked her if she remembered how she felt that day. She shared a story with me and we both cried on the phone....and that was ok. Tomorrow I am having some kind of closure/celebration ceremony with my son and husband. Not sure what and not sure where as yet: the universe will let me know but it will be sacred and grateful and full of promise. I'll share a little secret with you right now though: it will definitely include the thought that I am so thankful for my health and do not, for one minute, forgot those friends who still suffer from Parkinson's on a constant basis. Yours is the hardest road of all. I wish you well. Much love, Jan