Sunday, January 14, 2007

Wasup? Darshan with Baba Barry



Well my dear friends, it has come to my attention that there are some individuals in the group, who have questions or don't much about Parkinson's Disease, and would like to remedy that situation. The wise women on the Coordinating Committee, suggested I write a blog, so as to answer the questions you might have about PD, keep y'all up to date on what's going on with me and my life, plus this gives me a chance to write, which I enjoy. Included on this blog our some old poems, some not so old poems, some political ravings, and a piece of fiction I started writing when I worked at Community Resources for Independence (CRI).

Read, enjoy, and ask me what's ever on your mind, and I'll do my best in responding.

I thought I would start out with a bit of a primer on Parkinson's Disease.

What causes Parkinson's disease?

Parkinson's disease is caused by the loss of brain cells that produce a chemical called dopamine, resulting in low levels of the chemical in the brain. Dopamine is a chemical messenger, or neurotransmitter, involved in passing messages within the brain and from the brain to the muscles. The part of the brain affected is called the substantia nigra, which co-ordinates movement.

The level of dopamine in the brain is linked with the levels of other chemicals, including one called acetylcholine. Low levels of dopamine and changes in other chemicals, including acetylcholine, cause the symptoms of Parkinson's disease.

Why do people get Parkinson's disease?

No one knows why some people get Parkinsonease, but genetic factors seem to have a role. People who have a parent or a brother or sister with the condition are twice as likely to get it. In a small number of people with Parkinson's, the disease is inherited.

Certain chemicals in the environment that might be harmful to the brain, called neurotoxins, have been linked to Parkinson's disease. It's possible that people who are exposed to more of these neurotoxins are more likely to develop the condition. Doctors need to do more research on possible environmental risk factors for Parkinson's disease. It is my humble opinion that this is the reason I have PD!

Symptoms

The symptoms of Parkinson's disease often start on one side of the body first and then affect both sides. The main symptoms are as follows.

  • Shaking (muscle tremor). This is one of the first symptoms in three-quarters of people, and affects most people with Parkinson's disease. It often starts in the hand with circular movements in the thumb and forefinger. It can affect your arms, legs, and sometimes your head and jaw. The tremor is most obvious when you are at rest, and reduced when you are moving or sleeping.
  • Stiffness (rigidity). This makes your limbs feel difficult to move.
  • Slowness. Slow movement or an inability to move are common in people with Parkinson's disease. Walking may start with a hesitant step, followed by a shuffle without swinging the arms.

As different muscles become affected, symptoms that can develop include:

  • problems with posture and balance - people with Parkinson's disease may fall backwards and have difficulty turning or getting out of a chair
  • speech changes - speech may become soft or unvaried
  • loss of facial expression - less smiling and frowning, slow blinking
  • small handwriting
  • problems with swallowing

Other symptoms that can develop are not related to movement. These can include:

  • depression - around half of people with Parkinson's disease develop mild to moderate depression
  • bowel and bladder problems - constipation is common and there may be a frequent need to urinate
  • impotence
  • sleep problems
  • tiredness
First Question to surface: Am I dying from PD?, Do people die from PD?, What exactly is my medical state of being? Good questions, let's move right through all the crap and get to the heart of the matter.

We're sll dying, but do people die from PD? I have heard people have died, and Parkinson's was given as the cause of death.To be more to the point, I believe that people with PD usually die from a side effect of the disease, then from the disease itself. For example: a person might have choked to death, which could happen to a person with PD, because it becomes more difficult to swallow and choking happens much more often if you happen to have PD. To say PD is the reason for a person's death is rather ambiguous, and tells you very little. There are so many maladies that manifest along with the PD, it can make your head spin. Just taking the the amount of medication I do, every day of my life, has a tremendous effect on my entire being. So, as far as I can tell I am not dying from Parkinson's Disease, although it has had a pround impact on my day-to-day life!

Currently, my life is well, status quo. It seems that over the past year the progression of this progressive, degenerating disease, has accelerated. Falling is much more frequent although my days are pretty good, I move alright, although I am pretty much in my manual wheelchair a large part of the day. I don't get out as often as I used to. I choose to stay at home for a number of reasons: 1. I get fatigued much sooner then I did a few years ago. 2. My speech is so soft and so inarticulate most of the day, it's just easier to not have to communicate with anyone. 3. I no longer have a car, and even if I did, i just don't feel that comfortable driving.

Generally, nights are much more difficult. My body is in the
"off"`
stage more often then on, which means my body does not want to move, I get rigid, and basically uncomfortable. Going to bed has become a bit of an ordeal, seeing as how I cannot move at night, the wheelchair is downstairs, and the bedside urnal is at times difficult to manage. So, we have moved on the the "Condom Catheter", which allows me to sleep through the night without worrying about having to urinate (to much information?). I am not as yet totally proficient in putting the condom part on, so my wonderful partner has taken on yet another care giving activity that she had not planned on.

I hope that gives you all a better idea of Life with Barry. I must admit it does at times become overwhelming, and depressing. Most of you have know me for awhile, and a lot of you knew me when I had a spiritual practice. After many years in the perverbial desert, I found the right fit -- Judaism. It was the right time in my life, and I went for it. After a few years, the passion left, Buddhism took center stage, however, my health was getting worse, and I just could not focus on or maintain any practice. Why am I telling you thiis? Just to put it out I guess, regaining a daily practice; meditation, dharma study, would be a wonderful addition to my program.

What do i do with my day? Hang out on the computer, read books, occasionally watch a movie, I like going out for breakfast or lunch!
I love a good game of chess, and on Monday's now, Annie Roberts comes over with her set of "bones" (Dominoes), and we proceed to play some very hot games. So, do not hesitate to write me a question, a comment, praise, criticism, and any suggestions.
And always remember 'If you don't have a sense of humor, it just ain't funny".

Namaste!

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Poetry


Institution ain’t no solution

1978/79

I’m feeling sick,

I need to leave

Rosy plays with feces

As she clutches for my sleeve

Where the hell’s the key?

Lock the door

Blood trickles from Geoff’s ear

As he cracks his head against the floor


Archie’s breaking windows

Cutting up his wrist

Glen’s going stir crazy

So he lashes out with his fists

Hold that bastard down

Strap him to the bench

My visions getting foggy

I’m feeling nauseous from the stench

Do we know what they want

Can we give them what they need

Shall we modify their behavior

Or sit back and watch them bleed

Psychologist, psychiatrist,

Teachers and their aides

What function do they serve

besides that of janitors and maids

They wear institution clothes

Follow institution rules

They eat institution food

And become institution fools

So sleep my friend, no reason to arise

For the sun forsakes these wired windows

Bringing brightness to your eyes

Your body is trapped within these walls

Yet I know your soul soars free

So do your thing

Be the king

I hope you can pardon me


Fool in the garden

Or

Hotter then Blotter 78’

5/15/78


How incredibly confusing

and most certainly amusing

that my mind is always working

as the hand is always jerking

to reach that moment of release

to obtain some silence and some peace!

Confusion reigns supreme

as sewage burdens down the stream.

the halls are always cluttered,

what was it, it just muttered?

more rubbish I suppose

perhaps I'm better off with prose!


Clarity I scream

reality or a dream

is there choice or is it fate?

Am I too early or too late?

A confused and sorry state

It even hurts to masturbate!


Chant the Name and daily pray,

Say the yogi’s, it’s the way.

Lose your ego, gain salvation

release yourself of mental constipation,

for the mind is an illusion

which leads back to gross confusion!


Four days on the Rock

Preparation:

A few t-shirts, jacket, hats, toothbrush, lotion;

no books, no weed, no distractions, gonna go pure – wait a minute!

Let’s not forget my judgments, pre-conceptions and stereotypes.

That’s better, ready or not.

Registration:

Arrive at the ROCK mid-afternoon, check-in.

Staff sweet, friendly and helpful.

My own room, small but clean and adequate, very cool.

Checking out my new digs, beautiful scene, simple and yet perfect!

Judgments in good working order, teachers, fellow yogis – under control.

Day 1:

5:45 A.M.! ring bell for first sitting.

Yogis look like “night of the living dead” as they pass by en route to meditate.

The SILENCE is deafening! Sitting is not working,

what the fuck am I doing here?

The bell rings and we drag ourselves to breakfast,

no eye contact, no smiles, no coffee!

Time, plenty of bloody time. This is not going to work.


Day 2:

Restless, not sleeping; today is going to be better.

Eight strokes on the bell, felt good.

Sitting calmer, more focus, no talking suits me fine.

Walk to the meditation platform, lizards cover the earth and hawks the sky.

The sun smoothes the rough edges and the judgments start to fall away.


Day 3:

Felling right, like this! Sitting, drifting away, caught it and then away again.

Just watch, non attach, like this!

The voices are many and virtually non-stop and yet softer, less demanding, gentle.


Day 4:

Just the morning then back on the road, back home, back to the world.

Just four days on the ROCK! Perhaps next time I’ll go for ten!



Nightmare in Slow Motion

At my best,

I accept this challenge,

to live in the present,

experiencing each excruciating movement

as if I were a Zen Master, curious yet non-attached.


More often, I sit as a passive participant ,

observing my progressive, debilitating

nightmare in slow motion!

Reminders of who I once was,

as if alien starships striking at will.

All shield are down

and any resistance is futile!


Communication channels cease to function,

My arsenal of emotions remains –

anger, rage and fear.

Acceptance, tolerance, love and hope

fall victim to this ever expanding

black hole, this nightmare in slow motion.


I am a husband, a father, a brother, son, a friend, and soon to be Grandfather and I am loved!

But alas, the prison bars grow more visible.

So in the final analysis the question is –

am I the Zen Master or the inmate?


Light at the end of the tunnel – I think it’s the end ??

The prison bars swing open

and I am able to run not walk,

for I have been there and done that!

In the distance I can make out a light,

a second chance, a new beginning.


For it takes a keen eye and some brain surgery,

to recognize the difference between a dead end

and a false start!


Suicide by any other Name


I should have known, not the end, merely a sharp turn.

The light went out, the darkness descends once again.

I stand confused, fatigued, depressed and alone, always alone!

My nightmare returns with a new intensity.

Each step I take feels like a walk through wet cement.

Breathing is shallow, labored, fragile, and it KNOWS.


RUN, RUN, I shout into the emptiness;

and then I get just how absurd it all is.

Run, I can hardly move!

If I were not nearly paralyzed with fear,

I could have laughed in its face.

Immobile, inactive, imprisoned, I stand silent and incoherent.


In a desperate and impulsive effort to dispel the nightmare;

To put it to rest, to extinguish the light, to be finished!


I awake in a fog, people are talking, I hear but cannot see.

I am disembodied, neither here nor there.

Back to oblivion, back to sleep, to rest, to dream.

When I once again awake, I am informed of my attempted suicide!


In the end, it matters not whether you win or lose,

but how you play the game,

we hold the light, we have the spark,

suicide by any other name.


In Praise of Life!

Praise to the waters falling from the skies

Praise to the beauty which brings a tear to the eyes

Praise to the Brother who so sweetly plays the saxophone

Praise to the magic hidden within the stone

Praise to remembering that the divine and I are one

Praise to the flowers which open to the sun

Praise to the wonder of our children being born

Praise to the glory of the blowing of the horn

Praise to Father Eagle, Mother Fox, Brother Bear

Praise to Sister Cat, Brother Elk, Sister Hare

Praise to those who thrive in water, fly the currents,

walk or crawl upon the land

Praise to the ring of love which is always on my hand

Praise to dreams at bedtime, or in the middle of the day

Praise to sleeping soundly, or rolling in the hay

Praise to the joy of reading books of facts or fancy,

of inspiration, books of peace

Praise to organic gardens, to conscious eating,

engageing in the feast

Praise to a healthy future, without pollution, hate or greed

Praise to the Great Turning, to future generations,

to planting of the seed

Praise to these feeling of connection, of gratitude, of awe

Praise to my body, whole, complete,

without blemish, without flaw

Praise to friends and family, to daughter, son and wife

Praise to Mother Gaia, to HaShem – to Love –to Life!


What is Love ?

Love is what remains

after it's been used for the umpteenth time,

Like an old rag, rinsed out, squeezed,

and still gets it clean.


Love is the long work,

the long haul,

Long after the spit and polish

no longer retains it's shine.


Love is present, regardless

of recognition or thank you.

Love is a lifetime,

no ego, no strings, no conditions.


Love is so easy when it's all good,

When the shit hits the fan,

Love is what stays the night,

like a lighthouse guides you to a safe port.


Love is only superficially

about physical attention, frivolity and joy

Love is what sticks, it is the glue

That can mend the broken shards of this world.