Being a son to a Parkinson’s patient

Hi, I am aadish from India! As long as my memory goes I remember my father as a Parkinson’s patient. He encountered to this disease in his late 30s and what one could say “fought bravely throughout his life till last Sunday when he breathed for last time in his 76th year”. The nearly 40 long battle to carry and offer a dignified life for himself and us as his family; he did all that one father could do in any society, especially the Indian society. He ensured adequate provisioning of all necessities and pampering to us 3 siblings to the extent possible. He took care of business, family and friends and all his responsibilities throughout, to an extent that all of us - his 3 children are independent and self-reliant keeping the family name in highest spirits. I wish to share this small story to motivate others with similar case and are worried with the future - remember you can do it!!!
What pains me the most amidst all these good deeds is how this notorious disease steals away one’s father, mother, friend; slowly- day by day throughout the lifespan. It renders one helpless and so dependent that anyone could simply give up despite highest morals and support. It’s frustrating to witness own role model- the hero, the dashing father being stuck to a wheelchair and then to an airbed and so on… it’s rolling beyond expression and words for the caregiver and the patient as yet there seems to be no assured treatment to the disease. Neither our cities and society gives a great deal of importance to the life of such specially abled personnel. I may sound -ve but my only intent is to convey ‘pl don’t give up, keep fighting with whatever means you can and you will have plenty of opportunities to live as good as a normal family’. I pray for strengths to the patients and their loved ones and hope there would be some assured cure to this disease in future where none have to witness a slow death of their loved ones helplessly.