After I switched my college major from premed to film and psychology, the idea of a career in health seemed unlikely. This was compounded by the fact that soon after I graduated, I became entrenched in what I considered a dream job: a journalist and presenter on TV and the Web.
My focus was stories that I felt were underreported and could make a positive impact on the world. I was living in Los Angeles—a city I’d idolized as an MTV-watching teen growing up in New York—and had just ended a five-year stint hosting and producing content for a socially conscious TV network called Current. Life was great. And it was all about to change.Click here about Super Bowl Live
As much as I enjoyed the Hollywood life, I’d often find myself making trips back east to see my mom and two younger brothers. In 2010, on one of those trips home, my brothers and I noticed a subtle change in the way my mother, Kathy, walked. She was fifty-eight at the time and had always had a spirited way about her. But suddenly, it was as though she were wearing a space suit underwater each stride and gesture looked like a purposeful, conscious decision. Though I know better now, back then I couldn’t even make the connection between the way she moved and her brain’s health.
That night I was sitting alone in our Holiday Inn suite, a couple of blocks from the hospital. My mom was in the other room, and I was at my computer, manically reading anything I could find on both Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s disease, even though my mom’s symptoms did not fit neatly into either diagnosis. Confused, uninformed, and feeling powerless, it was then that I experienced something I’d never felt before.More movies here mkvcage
My vision narrowed and darkened, and fear enveloped my consciousness. Even with my limited insight at the time I could tell what was happening. Heart pounding, hungry for air, a feeling of impending doom—I was having a panic attack. Whether it lasted minutes or hours I can’t be sure, but even as the physical manifestations subsided the emotional dissonance remained.
I decided the first step was to pack up my West Coast life and move back to New York to be closer to my mom, so I did just that, and spent the following year reading everything I possibly could on both Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s disease. Even in those early months, as I’d sit on her couch after dinner, face buried in research, I can recall watching my mom pick dishes up off the dining room table.
Dirty plates in hand, she’d begin taking a few steps in the direction of her bedroom instead of the kitchen. I’d watch quietly, counting each second that would pass before she’d catch herself, as the knot that had formed in my stomach tied itself tighter. Every time, my fortitude in the search for answers was renewed.More Movies Download from here 9xflix