Okay. So it has been about a month since I last blogged and I thought I'd give you an update of where I am.

On July 23, I had my last physical therapy session, for now, and I met with my Parkinson's neurologist. I have been working hard since my initial diagnosis in January to be able to do things for myself and not having to rely on others to help me. Having to rely on walking sticks (or Exerstriders) to maintain my balance when walking was not the way that I wanted to live the rest of my life. Neither was being confined to a wheelchair when shopping at the mall or IKEA, but this was my world.

All the hard work paid off. To give you an idea of the journey that I have been on, there is a scale of 28 points when the therapist assesses the likeliness of possibly falling. In March, I scored a 20. A score of 24 or below suggests that I'm at considerable risk for falls. I continue to work at regaining strength and balance in my legs.

I walked a 1.5K on May 3rd at the Parkinson's Moving Day event holding my wife's hand. It was the first time that I walked without walking sticks. It took me an hour to complete. By the end of May my risk factor had moved to a score of 25. I continued to work the exercises.

On the fourth of July I stopped using the walking sticks for all my daily tasks. I also realized my goal in July of playing the street dance in Bridgman. It was a bittersweet event as I informed the powers to be that I was retiring and this was my last performance.

A week and a half later I walked into the appointment with my PT and Doc. I scored a 27. Remarkable progress. My numerologist said, "Whatever you are doing, keep it up. It is working!"

I was told to continue to set goals and that the next six months I was on my own. I would not be relying on physical therapy sessions weekly. I have to get my butt into the gym. And I have.

I set a goal and my wife matched it. On October 4, we are going to attempt to run the Twin Cities 5K race. I know that I'll have to walk some of the way, but I also know that this is a way to tell Parkinson's that I am in control, not it. I can already envision passing the finish line.

My new goal will not be easy to reach and it will take a lot of hard work, but who says it cannot be done. As we trained for that day I ask for your prayers. I ask for strength. I ask for guidance.

I don't know what the next six months will hold for my wife and I. Each day will come with its own struggles. New challenges will appear. I will live. One. Day. At. A. Time.

You don't have the strength for tomorrow yet because you're living today. Pass the test for today,
that when tomorrow comes God will give you the strength for that day. One day at a time.
- Anonymous