Tomorrow, in the skilled hands of my neurosurgeon, I will undergo an amazing transformation. I look forward to the changes that will take place in my body once I’m wired. What should I call myself then: bionic? robotic? mechanic? metallic? I know I will be different; what I don’t know is how different. After weeks of programming, I will morph into a proper hybrid. I don’t mind being a hybrid. A pioneer of sorts, just like the Prius. Ah, yes… not the sexiest car on the road, but what marvel of efficiency! The Prius runs on two sources of energy: fuel and electricity. I, too, will have batteries to check and to replace regularly. As for my fuel–my medication–it won’t be sold at the local gas station, but will be supplied, in much reduced doses, by my friendly pharmacist.
DBS is not going to cure me. (There is currently no cure for Parkinson’s.) What it will do, though, is to block the nerve signals that cause my symptoms while stimulating the area of the brain that controls movement and produces dopamine. The goal is to restore functionality by increasing mobility.
That’s good enough for me. Let the operation begin!
To all of you who have expressed love, support, and concern over the past few weeks, thank you. I will keep you posted.