Not really. But what do you expect from a blog about how Huntington’s Disease is impacting my life and the lives of those I care about? You don’t get a lolly pop. This is not a feel-good movie.
This is about a genetic screw-up that has been called “the worst disease in the world.” That’s because it takes its time killing your brain, cell by cell. It destroys your family tree like a fungus. The people that care about you suddenly have to care FOR you, and the you they are caring for is someone they ultimately don’t recognize.
HD is not a mixture of Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s, and ALS, with a dash of schizophrenia. It is its own monster.
My own monster. Is it yours too?
I’m going to tell you about my tale of self-destruction. A play-by-play.
I will not always have my happy face on.
I dare you to come back.