9/11 means the day terror came home to roost doesn’t it? It does to me as well; but before those mind-blowing images appeared that day, I had a terrifying experience of my own – I woke up and my body no longer functioned properly.
That day was my own personal Ground Zero. My name is Kate. I am (still, just!) 39 years old. And I have Early Onset Parkinson’s Disease.
When I got up and looked in the mirror very early that morning I almost had a heart attack – the right side of my face was pulling down almost to my shoulder blade; was I stroking out? No – my father had suffered from a stroke a few years earlier and I knew they didn’t hurt; this pain was excruciating – and it didn’t seem to stop. Eventually, though, it wore off – so I dismissed it as a weird cramp and got on with things.
Except it came back. And I realized other strange things were going on. A tremor when I was still, or very stressed, or tired. My beautiful handwriting started to wobble and disappear off the page in a kind of snail trail. When I tried to hold onto a glass or plate – my brain thought ‘OK’, but my hand said ‘nuh uh’ – and another set of crockery was ruined. I had no stamina. So, the rounds of specialists began. And my life changed forever.
CT scans. MRIs. Lumbar punctures. EKGs. Blood tests. Being recorded before a panel of student neurologists who were ‘fascinated’ by my facial grimaces. I was not fascinated by their poking and prodding, and ended up running out of the room in tears. I was diagnosed with MS – and treated accordingly. All that happened was that I became intensely depressed and put on 20kgs. So – not MS. What next?
Well, ‘what next’ was my life fell apart. My ability as an excellent netballer and skier waned. I had to give up work – a very lucrative and rewarding career in change management and HR. I even had a slot on Sky Business and Radio National. But how can you do that when you feel like a freak? And have no energy? The answer is – you think you can’t. Reinvention and acceptance was a long way off.
I went through about 6 years of blather and disbelief until I was finally, miraculously sent to the most amazing man in the world – my beautiful Dr H in Melbourne. He took one look and said ‘you poor darling – we really need to help that face don’t we?’. Hysterical, snot-filled bawling from me. Empathy and tissues from him. Then – oh bliss! Botox – and the spasms stopped. They stopped. The other symptoms were still there – but the pain had gone. Life could start to be coped with.= display_ad('x18', 'hidden-xs hidden-md mm_incontent', 'MM In Content'); ?>= display_ad('x20', 'visible-xs mm_mob_incontent', 'MM In Content (Mobile)'); ?>
I was finally diagnosed with Early Onset Parkinson’s – with the presentation of Dystonia as an additional blessing. Dystonia is the spasmy, cramping side of ‘Parky’. I am very fortunate in that mine is limited – my beautiful friend Rogers has it right down her neck and spine; my ‘dysto-daughter’ Bailey, who is only 16 – all over her body.
The big issue with Parky? No two people have the same symptoms – there are common ‘tells’, but they can take a long time to develop – and by the time they do, the damage has already been done (in a nutshell – the brain stops transmitting enough or any dopamine, causing muscles to fail to react to commands). Doctors have a hard time diagnosing – especially as there is a lot of ignorance regarding the disease. This is especially true when it comes to young people. Don’t only old peeps have Parky?
I point you to my god and hero, Michael J Fox – who successfully hid his disease for over 10 years. When I read his first autobiography, I wept like a baby – for it was my own story. I too wave my hands around like mad when I talk to hide my tremor; I too talk a lot so that my jaw doesn’t shake. I crack jokes and refuse to take my condition seriously in public. In private though – when my jaw is clamped together and my feet are curled in on themselves in geisha-girl cramps, I wish my life was not my own – but then, how could I possibly wish it on someone else?
How do I deal? I take my meds properly. I eat well (Parky means a very high metabolic rate – I am 5’10” and a size 6). I work for myself. I have my own company – I have always lived for fashion and writing, and am lucky enough to now combine the two. The digital age means that I can work anywhere, at any time – if I need to be in bed so be it. I can Skype from my sofa. Being a stylish smartarse is possible anywhere!
It has taken me a long time to go public as a Parky chick – but I am literate and able so why not speak out? I can now deal with the tiredness, the occasional vague outs, the blank expression that sits on my face when I don’t concentrate. Through my work with Parkinson’s Australia and Beat Dystonia in the US I try to educate other E Onset kidlets that life is spectacular – and the public that we are not drooling idiots.
Because when you think about it – Parky is just another challenge. And I love a good challenge. Now if I could just get over turning 40…
Kate Stone-Crouch is a fashion stylist, book critic, writer and the Managing Editor for bellabox, the online beauty company. She owns her own company, Wardrobe Witch. You can follow her on Twitter here.