My husband was a tall 6'2" 32-year veteran of the Los Angeles Police Department, homicide division when he was handed his Parkinson’s disease (PD) diagnosis on his 50th birthday. He was a high functioning person living with PD with no tremors or outwardly noticeable symptoms except his odd walk.
We had a full, happy life traveling in our RV and participating in car shows with our vintage cars. All of that changed three years ago, in 2015, when he was diagnosed with PD-related dementia. He is 95% dependent on me for his daily care.
His struggles are many, but his attitude is positive, and he continues to push himself daily. I am so proud to call him my husband, friend and my forever person.