SOME THOUGHTS ON BEING A PARKINSONIAN DAD
I’m a novice blogger , in fact, this is my first-ever post , so please bear with me and forgive any inadvertent breaches of blog protocol! I’m Dan Kiefer and I’m one of one-and-a-half million Americans suffering from Parkinson’s disease. I’m 44 years old, and I’ve been fighting this disease for the last 9 years. Parkinson’s is a strong and relentless adversary, and I need stem cell research and the hope it provides in my corner for the duration of the fight. Some days are better than others. Some years have been better than others. But for now, I’m on a "good" regimen of exercise and pills " some 20 of them a day ", and though sometimes I’m stiff and shaky for hours at a time, I’m mostly able to get around, slowly. My voice, my handwriting, my sleep, my ability to walk and to drive, and so many other aspects of my daily life have been affected.
About two years ago, I left my job as an attorney. Though I had expected to retire from work at some point, I certainly didn’t expect that day to arrive so soon. I miss working. I miss providing for my family, which about 20 months ago became a little bit bigger, and infinitely better — when our daughter Lucy was born. There are benefits to having the disease and not working. The most important one, by far, is that I’m able to spend a lot of time with my daughter, and be there as she learns to walk, talk and say "no!" over and over and over again. I take Lucy to the playground; we read lots of books together; we play in the yard. I’ve learned to be so grateful for this, and not to take any of it for granted. My time with her is precious, and she is truly a miracle. And from a purely selfish perspective, when I’m with her I’m truly living in the moment; she takes me "out of my own head," and pushes aside negative thoughts and fears about Parkinson’s disease and about my future and my family’s future. She brings me an endless amount of joy.
This is not to say that being a Parkinsonian dad is a picnic. There are very real and immediate downsides to the situation, which affect my ability to be the father I’d like to be. For instance, first thing in the morning, I can’t lift her out of her crib and give her a bottle of milk, as I’m rendered essentially immobile until my first set of pills kicks in. I can’t always hold her, play with her, or react quickly enough to stop her from jumping off a chair, or using her baby stroller to chase the dog around the house (at top speed!) And there are other interesting, unpredictable things that happen: one of Lucy’s phrases now is "daddy pills," which "appropriately" she uses when she sees me taking my pills or sees my huge weekly pillbox in the bathroom. Like many toddlers, she is a gifted mimic, and when I’m doing my physical therapy exercises , some of which involve my walking like someone from Monty Python’s "ministry of silly walks", she follows and imitates me, and we both laugh.
Scientists and researchers tell us that embryonic stem cell research holds tremendous promise, not just for treating or curing Parkinson’s, but also for diabetes, Alzheimer’s and Multiple Sclerosis, to name a few. Unfortunately, the federal government has effectively stopped funding embryonic stem cell research. (Read on …)

