Just for A Laugh


The following quotes were taken from Electronic Medical Records dictated by physicians. They appeared in a column written by Richard Lederer, Ph.D., for the Journal of Court Reporting. Enjoy and, it’s okay to laugh outloud. It’s good for you!!! -sherri

She has had no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night

The patient has no past history of suicides

The patient refused an autopsy

The patient states there is a burning pain in his penis which goes to his feet.

She slipped on the ice and apparently her legs went in separate directions in early December

Patient was released to outpatient department without dressing. I have suggested that he loosen his pants before standing, and then, when he stands with the help of his wife, they should fall to the floor.

Healthy appearing decrepit 69 year-old male, mentally alert but forgetful

By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped, and he was feeling better.

Patient has left his white blood cells at another hospital

The patient experienced sudden onset of severe shortness of breath with a picture of acute pulmonary edema at home while having sex which gradually deteriorated in the emergency room.

On the second day the knee was better and on the third day it had completely disappeared

Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

The patient has been depressed ever since she began seeing me in 1983.

I will be happy to go into her GI system; she seems ready and anxious

The patient’s past medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.

The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

Discharge status: Alive but without permission. The patient will need disposition, and therefore we will get Dr. Blank to dispose of him

The patient expired on the floor uneventfully.

The patient left the hospital feeling much better except for her original complaints

Patient was becoming more demented with urinary frequency

A neighbour of a newly wed couple was worried when she didn’t hear her rather noisey neighbours for a while. A few days later, she peered through their letterbox and through the windows. But there was no sign of anyone. Concerned for the young couple, she called the police. The officers promptly broke down the door, then searched the house. Only to find the young women gagged and tied to the bed. Her husband was lying unconscious on the floor, wearing a Superman Outfit. They later explain that they had been engaged in a superhero role-playing fantasy, and the costumed husband had knocked himself out attempting to jump onto his wife from atop the dresser. Of course, the woman was unable to help him!

When the Doctor Becomes the Patient


“I confess that doctors are not always the best patients.

While we self-diagnose and self-treat we still have the same fears as everyone else.

Being on this side of the patient fence is not a place we like to find ourselves but there I was.”

- Dr. Karen Jaffe, advocate for Parkinson’s disease


She sat in the doctor’s office on the unfamiliar side of the desk , feeling a bit of deja vu….a similar scene had played out not more than a year earlier. Once again, she was having to be the patient instead of playing the more comfortable role she had known for so long – the doctor.

Sitting in the room alone, she waited for the neurologist to enter. There would be nothing to fret over, which is why she didn’t bother having anyone go with her. She was looking forward to just getting this done and having dinner with her husband, who happened to be driving home that very day from a trip with their children.

She had confidence that this neurologist knew what he was doing, unlike the one she had gone to last year. After all, who ever heard of a 47 year-old woman having Parkinson’s disease just because she was having shoulder pain and a bit of a buzzing sensations in her left arm? She made no qualms about letting more than one person know how she felt about the incompetency of that first doctor. After all, she too was a doctor and although she didn’t know much about Parkinson’s disease, she was certain that if the MRI they took of her brain was normal – which it was – there’s no way she had PD. The MRI results only served to confirm to her that she was right and the first opinion she had gotten a year ago was incorrect.

Over the year since that first doctor had given her a misdiagnosis , her shoulder pain hadn’t subsided . On her own she had done some research and self-diagnosed her problem as having nerve damage from a steroid injection she had gotten to alleviate the pain in her shoulder. She just wanted to know what could be done to take care of this continual, annoying buzzing. Sort of a second opinion, but this time, hopefully an accurate one.

She looked down at her watch, sighed, and waited some more. Then the doctor opened the door. Finally. She was ready to wrap this up and go home, eager to see her family.

It was the usual formal doctor to patient greetings and then down to business. It didn’t take long.

“Dr. Jaffe,” the neurologist began. “I believe that you have Parkinson’s disease.


Karen Jaffe, a mid-50’s retired, OB/GYN doctor , was diagnosed at the age of 47 with Parkinson’s disease. That day, just seven years ago, changed the course of Dr. Jaffe’s life. But, she will be the first to admit that the changes have been good. Perhaps, like most other patients with PD, not changes that she would necessarily have chosen for herself, but ones that have helped her to grow and do things she never imagined she would do.

As a young woman in her last year of college, Karen decided (with some wise counsel given by a friend), to change her career path from that of a ‘chemist’ to becoming a physician. “I was drawn to Ob/Gyn as a great combo of primary care and surgery and that gave me everything that I enjoyed doing,” she says.

Her career had given her many, many years of getting her patients through the good and the bad of what life puts on our plates, but now, she was the one who felt confused and stopped “hearing” the words directed at her. As she sat in the doctor’s office all those years ago, she cried. She really hadn’t expected this neurologist to concur with the first she had seen. But there was no denying it now and she had to face it: she had Parkinson’s disease. As the doctor watched her take in the news, he “did a very gutsy thing and asked if he could say a prayer for me,” Karen said. She accepted, “figuring that it couldn’t hurt and one never knows how people just might have some higher connection!”

Later that day, she met her husband for dinner. After telling him of her diagnosis, they agreed together, to keep it a secret. It would be almost a year before they disclosed the news to their family and “three hard years” before telling anyone else, except for two friends who lived out of town. Karen says, in retrospect, that she would not – if she had the opportunity of a do-over – try keeping her diagnosis a secret. “It was hard on all of us,” she says, “especially my three daughters.”

While always having a strong voice, advocating for her own patients, the stigma of this disease kept her silent. Frustration followed. Not only wanting to raise funds for Parkinson’s research, which was impossible to do without a voice, she needed more than anything to free her children from the burden of keeping it secret. “So I then did the bravest thing I have ever done and that was to tell my colleagues, patients and my community that I was a physician with Parkinson’s disease and would continue to work full time. Fortunately, I met another young-onset patient/physician, Dr. Sonia Mathur, who knew the difficulties and gave me some very sound advice along the way.”

Now Dr. Jaffe does the same for others who find themselves in the same place she was at not so long ago – being a support and giving encouragement and wise counsel to those feeling alone with the secret of having PD and not sure, because of the stigma, who they should tell it to. It was this stigma associated with PD that Karen says kept her quiet for so long. She worried that as a surgeon “…I would be judged not by my surgical skills and expertise but by the label of being a Parkinson’s patient.” As it turns out her worry was unfounded. The support from her colleagues was surpassed only by the trust and loyalty of her patients.

Since ‘going public’ she has slowly but surely regained her voice by becoming involved in advocacy for Parkinson’s disease in many ways. Awards stemming from her work include the Irene Zehman Volunteer Award for her fundraising and advocacy for PD research and the Red Cross Heroes Award. She is now a member of The Patient Advisory Council for The Michael J Fox Foundation for Parkinson’s Research.

In 2011 she and her husband Marc created a nonprofit foundation – Shaking with Laughter – that brings awareness to and raises money for PD research. Karen says of the charity, “Since my husbands career involved being a stand-up comedian and a comedy writer (for the Jerry Seinfeld sitcom, Seinfeld), being able to appreciate the funny side of life has always defined both of us. So we made it a priority in life and in advocacy that we would not let this diagnosis change [our] very fundamental way of life. Our events always involve some form of comedy and I will tell you that when people leave at the end of the night, they always say not only how much fun they had but that it was the best fundraiser they have ever been to. Now that is the best.” The entertainers who have donated their time and talent for the events and are “blown away” by the support that Karen and her husband receive. The hard work in bringing the events together is reflected in the respect that is given to the Jaffe’s and the end result? A fun evening “that embraces a message of hope.”Together, through their charity’s fundraising events, they have raised over $460,000 for the Michael J. Fox Research Foundation.

Eventually finding that she was having to take more medication “just to be able to work,” , she knew it was time to step back from the career she dearly loved. “Telling myself many years ago that if I was increasing my meds just to get me through the stress of my job, that I would stop – which is where I was this past year . It is what I needed to do and I feel lucky that I was able to make that decision for myself on my own timeline. All of my patients and colleagues supported my decision to do so although they were quite sad to have it be so.” “While the stigma keeps many pwp in the closet, for me living and working with PD was a powerful message. This diagnosis should not imply that you are unable or incapable. If you are able to do your job, as I think the overwhelming majority can, then hold your head high and do your job. You will be the first to know when it is time to hang up your stethoscope, put down the pen, hand over the kitchen tools or whatever it is that requires skill. This disease may be annoying but it does not have to rob you of everything that you love to do.”

Upon hanging up her stethoscope she did not look back, allowing her the time and opportunity to increase her advocacy for PD. With retirement under her belt, Shaking with Laughter has been able to go beyond their highly successful yearly comedy/music gala to also serve as the fiscal agent to InMotion, the first of it’s kind Parkinson’s wellness center for which Karen is one of four founding members. (For more information about the work she is doing: Shaking with Laughter and In Motion)

While hoping that the work she and her husband are doing will bring her and so many others closer to a cure, Karen encourages others on this PD journey to think about their own ways to get involved. “It might be as an advocate, [being involved in] a fundraiser, a participant in a clinical trial or as a motivational speaker. Progress is dependent on us – the folks with PD – to make the biggest differences . Stepping into the PD arena will afford you with the best feeling – knowing that you helped to make a difference.”

While it is hard to imagine that there are blessings that come from having a chronic illness, such as Parkinson’s disease, Karen would share this one as one of her greatest and that is “…how my children came to find some peace and strength after not only having to privately wrestle with the pain of having me being diagnosed but also with having to keep it secret.”

When she retired, she received a letter from her college-aged, middle daughter (now studying premed/neurology), “…although truthfully,” she says, “it could have been written by any one of them.”

After admitting to the difficulties this disease brought to all of the Jaffe household over the seven years, Dr. Jaffe’s daughter gave her mother, Karen, the following, well-deserved tribute:

“….I want you to know how insanely proud I am of you and how you have taken on this challenge. If anyone could take this disease gracefully, courageously, and positively, it is you. The differences that you are creating are tremendous and distinguished, the support you offer is sought after and noble and the impact you are making is incredible.

This thank you does not even begin to do justice to how much I want to thank you but here is my attempt. In some backwards way, this disease has been a blessing in disguise. It has helped me discover myself, who I am and what I want to do with the rest of my life. So I can’t thank you enough mom for suffering through the tremors, the shuffling feet, the sleepless nights, early retirement, illegible handwriting, doctors appointments, medicines, anticipation of worsening symptoms (you know the rest of the list) so that I could find my purpose and place in life. I can’t believe the time has come!

“Happy retirement.
I love you so much…”

Karen shares the following excerpt from her reply that she sent back to her daughter:

So thank you for every word so thoughtfully written on those 2 1/2 pieces of paper. I love you dearly and I heard every word you wrote. I am proud to be your mother. I am proud…and grateful that you have taken something that has been hard for all of us and with it found your way. I know that your compassion and kindness will serve you well. You will be a physician who is loved by her patients…and I, for one, cannot wait to see it be so.

I love you,

So I would argue that the choice is ours alone….while living each day with Parkinson’s disease brings challenges that are not always easy, seeing the glass as half full instead of half empty opens the door to the possibility of laughter & grace along with the desire to make a difference. Just ask the doctor. She knows first hand.

We Are Not Home Yet


Today it is raining here in Oregon, the state where everyone thinks it rains all the time. But, you know what’s good about so much rain? Everything stays green. All year. Sometimes, I know – it can seem (and can be for some) depressing. But not today. Today it’s raining and… it’s a beautiful day.

  • The birds are still singing. Nothing stops them. Even in the rain, they find something to sing about.
  • There are jillions of puddles to jump in. And that’s exactly what Boo does. And loves it. She even gets Grammy to do it, too.
  • The leaves on the trees and bushes are always a bright, spring green clean.
  • The air smells fresh (they who can smell), they say.
  • The flower’s roots are always refreshed.

I remember a time when there was no rain. I lived in Northern California and it was the year(s) of the big drought. You could only water grass/landscape once a week or on certain, specified days. You couldn’t wash your car. Residents were asked to cut back on laundry washing and shorten showers. Energy saving faucets were stocked in hardware stores and signs that said, ‘If it’s yellow, let it mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down’ were selling like hotcakes. Drought tolerant landscape was in big demand. People were trying to conserve water everywhere they could. And in that conservation, things began to die. Lawns and shrubbery were replaced by often less colorful species, guaranteed to survive the heat with less water. Kids were disheartened when summer sprinkler fun ceased. Guys with an obsession to wash their trucks weekly were frustrated by the new policies set in place.

No rain meant saying no to many other things. River rafting. Skiing was affected. The list could go on and on. We longed for the days when rain would come. We prayed for days on end for the rain to fall.

One day, the skies clouded over and there was a hint of hope. The hope turned to joy when the drops began to fall from the heavens. People opened their front doors and walked out into the uncommon liquid sunshine and danced (at least I and one other person I know of did). The rain fell, a wet welcome to a thirsty and dry community.

The past “winter of life” seems to have hung around for many in many different ways…

  • The wet is becoming intolerable. But let’s face it – before long the popular complaint will be that it’s intolerably hot.
  • Medications that once worked wonders, aren’t so wonderful anymore.
  • Falls are more frequent and frustration is growing over what else will begin to increase in this debilitating disease – whatever it is.
  • Concentration levels are failing, your speech is getting more difficult to understand, and you can’t remember anything.

Do you not know? Have you not heard? It is raining, but a new day is coming. It may, for some, feel like a drought infested summer deep within their spirits, where they long for a refreshing, cleansing rain. Take heart… A day is coming when there will be no more pain. No more tears. No more sorrow. A new day when we will run with new feet, hug with new arms and smell the beautiful roses with brand new noses. A day is coming when we will see that these days of discontent will have been okay because we were never made for this world anyway.

We are taught to be content in all things and well, for the most part, we should be. However, to have a hint of discontentment can also be good – if you believe there is something better and the best is yet to be. I don’t want to get so settled here, that I forget to remember there is something better coming. I don’t want to get so comfortable that I forget this earth is not my final resting place. I want to remember that at any moment, my Prince is going to ride in on a white horse and take me Home. My discontentment and sorrow will be that I didn’t share that hope when it was raining or hopelessly dry in someone’s life. Because without that hope, there really isn’t anything more to this life than living and dying and that hope then, becomes hopelessness.

It’s raining here today, but in the past week, my hope has been restored in many ways and the sunshine is burning bright and warm within me. God has not forgotten. He has not failed us.

We are not home yet. Thank God – we are not home yet.

How Far Would You Go to Raise Awareness for Parkinson’s Disease? The Roden Story


You may have heard of them… Roy and Lynn Roden? PD CHALLENGE? 4,700 miles across the U.S. of A.? On a bike?

It began November of 2012. The reason? To raise awareness for Parkinsons’s disease. A progressive, degenerative disease that affects 1 in 100 over the age of 60, but is increasingly becoming more prevalent in those under the age of 50. The bike ride that ended in 2013 of March, was only the beginning of the journey that Roy and Lynn would take for bringing awareness to Parkinson’s disease and encouraging those who struggle daily with this disease. This is their story, as told to us here at Parkinson’s Journey.

A passion for fiitness. Recently married. A love for life. But something wasn’t right. At the age of 49, Roy and his new bride found out why…


Noticing a twitch in his thumb, like so many others in his shoes, Roy didn’t think much of it. After all, he had consulted his doctors about it on occasion. However, as it got grew worse, so did his concern. He sought a definitive diagnosis and was routed to several neurologists where a diagnosis of Thoracic Outlet Syndrome (TOS) was made. TOS is a group of disorders that occur when the blood vessels or nerves in the space between your collarbone and your first rib (thoracic outlet) become compressed. This can cause pain in your shoulders and neck and numbness in your fingers. 

Roy was recommended to have a very painful surgery where they remove the upper rib and shave off part of the clavicle. Finalizing plans for the surgery at the doctor’s office, a nurse practitioner waited until the GP was out of the room and recommended Roy first see a neurologist specializing in movement disorders. Her father-in-law had Parkinson’s disease and she recognized the symptoms Roy was having with those familiar of PD. After scheduling an appointment and going through a preliminary baseline test, he was told to come back in a month where the same test was once again repeated and he was finally given the diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease in January, 2009. He had just turned 50 and he and Lynn had just been married a year.
While Roy was relieved to finally have a name to put to his affliction, the newlyweds would just begin the journey of ups and downs, trying to distinguishing the man from the disease. Now that he had a diagnosis, however, he could do something about it and, in less than six months post diagnosis, Roy began organizing his first Parkinson’s disease fundraiser.
Roy handled the diagnosis well. At first.
Lynn took the news of his diagnosis relatively well. At first.
But for those who know Parkinson’s disease all too well, we know it doesn’t just sit and look pretty. It is a progressive disease and manifests itself in its recipient in any way, shape, or form it chooses, at any time it chooses, and at whatever speed it chooses. 
It took several years before Lynn would eventuallly begin to doubt whether she could handle having this little monster around that had invaded her husband and her marriage. The side effects from the 30-some pills Roy was ingesting daily were beginning to affect his cognitive thinking and create side effects that he was having to learn to deal with besides the disease itself.
Roy’s symptoms were getting worse and he knew that mentally, he was slipping. He didn’t want to go out in public. He would never eat in front of anyone – not even Lynn. He was depressed and began becoming reclusive. His wife’s concerns about him became an added burden. 
And then one day, Roy and Lynn sat down and looked at all the medications he was currently taking to treat this disease (those 30-some pills) and written on the label of each and every one it stated, “May cause drowsiness or confusion”. It is hard to distinguish between the disease and the side effects of medications when consuming that amount. 
Roy was still holding fundraisers as he did when first diagnosed, but wasn’t very active in the Parkinson’s community because he didn’t want to know what other problems he might end up with. He realized that he was beginning to struggle with his own diagnosis.
About ten months after Roy’s diagnosis in 2009, he had gone to CLRI, the Clinical Learning Research Institute. It was a busy place and while there, Roy inquired of a gentleman who happened to be there as to why he was there. 
Was a speaker? He told Roy no. 
Was he a clinician? No. 
A doctor? No. 
So Roy asked him why he was there and the gentleman responded that he, like Roy, had PD as well. Roy was somewhat baffled, as this man had none of the symptoms that he or the others there with Parkinson’s had and then the man explained he had had Deep Brain Stimulation (DBS) in October of 2009. 
In the meantime after that encounter with the man at CLRI, Roy had continued on with various research studies and the standard medications prescribed by his neurologist. Toward the end of 2011, as his symptoms progressed and he was taking more and more medications and as his cognitive issues continued to progress, he asked his doctor if he would be a good candidate for deep brain stimulation, to which he replied yes, Roy would be a good candidate. After going through all of the psych and other necessary medical testing required, Roy had the surgery in July of 2012.
The surgery itself was done in two parts. First, the bilateral probes were placed in his head and he was released the next day to go home. Roy says this procedure wasn’t painful except for where they placed the halo (a frame that holds the head still) and he didn’t even take an aspirin. The next part was to place the ‘generator’ in his chest and that was done a week after his first surgery. This one was slightly more painful, but he was out the same day and still took no analgesics. Three weeks later they activated the stimulator.
Roy is now down to about 4 pills a day. His symptoms are being managed better than ever before and his cognitive function has returned to normal. About a month after his original surgery some people from Medtronic (the company that makes the implant) took he and his wife out to dinner to see how he was doing. The answer was obvious. He was doing better than ever.  He was eating in public for the first time in about a year and not only that, but he was eating with chopsticks. Medtronic has since made him an ambassador for their company and Roy stays busy making himself available to anyone who has questions about the surgery. He says that deep brain stimulation may not be for everyone but he highly recommends it as an option for treatment for those who are suffering with Parkinson’s disease. 
In giving Roy (and Lynn) their lives back to as close to normal as possible (through DBS), they now had a brighter future ahead of them. So, Roy posed the question of what one was supposed to do after having brain surgery and out of that lighter look at the life before them, they began looking at their lives with a new perspective. 
Lynn’s kids had just graduated high school and traveled to Brazil so they were also empty nesters. Quantity no longer meant anything for the couple and the whole cycle of living to work to buy things no longer appealed to them. They were searching more for a quality of life versus the quantity in life and so their new journey began. 
They decided on a cross-country bicycle trip because Roy was now capable of accomplishing what was impossible just a few short months prior and they both agreed it would give them the opportunity to really be together and see the country.
Along their journey from Seattle, Washington to Southern Florida, they had the opportunity to meet many others battling with the Little Monster, as well as educate others about the disease. They had the occasion to meet a reclusive man in a little town in Oregon who had been diagnosed with PD and sent home. Roy says that this man was not even made aware that there were medications available to help with his symptoms. Roy and Lynn were able to put him in touch with people in his area and he is now getting out of the house and doing much better. 

They also met a CEO of a large corporation who’s wife had Parkinson’s and who had undergone unnecessary shoulder surgery and were able to answer their questions about DBS. Another encounter was meeting a man in Arizona who had Parkinson’s and his main symptom was freezing. It might take him 20 minutes to get to his bike that was a few dozen feet away, “but once he was on his bike – woosh! watch out – he’d be 8 miles down the road,” they said. They also went on to say that, “We attended the Davis Phinney Victory Summit where we met so many positive people – most struggling with a YOPD [Young Onset Parkinson's Disease, age 50 and under] diagnosis. We spoke at universities and at many PD support groups along the route. Most importantly, we were able to reach out to the media and help spread awareness about Parkinson’s disease. We met many angels along the way and shared some amazing stories and experiences. We set out to find ourselves and in turn found our place in the Parkinson’s community.”





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