2019 Report to Middle Georgia Parkinson’s Community


The Parkinson’s Community in Middle Georgia—you fighters– stepped up to wallop a bunch of homeruns in 2019.

The 50-plus graduates of the  Parkinson’s study-and-action group successfully advocated for the introduction of the acclaimed PD exercise and treatment program, Rock Steady Boxing. The Macon-Bibb Parks and Rec program quickly became over-subscribed, necessitating a waiting list. Navicent Health assisted this effort. 

Members of the Parkinson’s Community–now over 100–spoke to Mercer Medical School students in Macon and Savannah about our  fast growing, complex and disabling condition. Those young doctors gained the necessary knowledge to diagnose and quickly treat PD when they enter practice When many doctors diagnose Parkinson’s now, they omit any actionable information about the condition, saying only  fill this prescription and return in three months. Sufferers are left to anguish about what will happen to them and their family.

Our Community addressed that information vacuum in an unprecedented   way. We won  a $10,000 grant from the Peyton Anderson Foundation of Macon to distribute an easily understood primer for newly diagnosed patients.

Some 2,000 copies of “Counterpunch: Duking It Out With Parkinson’s” were distributed to 373 medical offices throughout Georgia connected with Mercer Medical School. Medical Dean Jean Sumner’s strong leadership drove the program.

Mark Lawler, our digital information leader, completed his mission of strengthening our monthly support group hosted by Navicent. Attendance has routinely increased four-fold and more.

A fifth initiative carries over into 2020. It involves using the reach of telemedicine to compensate for the absence of any practicing Parkinson’s specialist in Middle Georgia.

National Parkinson’s specialists warn of a coming “Pandemic” of new cases in the next 20 years, with a doubling of incidence worldwide.

Their fervent words come as the supply of neurologists specializing in Parkinson’s and related neuromuscular disorders is dramatically shrinking. A neurology consultant calls this demand-supply imbalance a “Perfect Storm.” 

Only 50 neurologists are training in the U.S. to become Parkinson’s specialists (Movement Disorder Specialist or MDS). That number barely touches the retirement rate of current specialists.

That shortage helps explain why only an estimated 10% of Parkinson’s patients ever see an MDS. Another 30% see a neurologist of some kind. The remaining 60% are treated by a generalist, gerontologist–or sadly receive no treatment.

Patient education and self-help efforts are growing worldwide. The Parkinson’s Foundation and Davis Phinney Foundation are placing new emphasis on assisting grassroots education and patient empowerment efforts such as ours in Middle Georgia.

They tell me that they like our innovative work together as a community.  And we’ve just started finding ways to defy The Beast we share.

Happy New Year,





Cancer’s lessons for Parkinson’s combatants

My wife Struby Thelen is knocking the piss out of breast cancer. Her wide network of survivors includes Desiree Rawlinson. Rawlinson has written remarkably about her journey. Her lessons learned fit hand in glove with the travails of Parkinson’s combatants. They follow.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer on July 16th 2018. Here is what I have learned since then:

  1. Cancer is a wicked bitch. She does not discriminate. Young or old; male or female; she simply does not care.
    2. There is no cure. You can be in remission, but without scientific breakthroughs, you will never be able to say “I am cancer free”.
    3. The you that you were before cancer is gone, she no longer exists. Cancer changes you, physically, mentally, emotionally. Finding your “new normal” is a battle all its own.
    4. Take care of your body, it’s the only one you get. If something seems off, get it checked out.
    5. Advocate for yourself!!!
    6. Cancer is cancer. It does not matter what stage or what type. One is not less than another. We all have our own fight.
    7. You are never alone. There are literally thousands of people around you fighting a battle similar to yours! Cancer is definitely not a group anyone wants to join but there is so much support from those fighting this disease. Ask questions! Reach out! You do not have to walk this path alone.
    8. Let the little stuff go – for real. It doesn’t matter at all, I promise.
    9. Life changes on a dime. Cherish each day, they are precious and few.
    10. Assume that everyone you meet is battling something just as big and scary as you. You have no idea what someone is going through and no one should have to tell their story to be treated with kindness.
    11. You are stronger than you know.
    12. Never give up.

Love to you all and thank you for being a part of my journey.



Stronger Together

I was looking forward to, and fully prepared, for our Parkinson’s potluck lunch the first Saturday in November. Or so I thought.

Unanticipated was the ginormous emotional openness and laughter that would fill every room in the gracious home on Stanislaus Circle in mid Macon.

I had expected camaraderie. Huge waves of affection among the Parkinson’s Fighters, not so much.

The 40-plus men and women represented a large slice of the organized Parkinson’s Community in Middle Georgia.

There was Sarge, the taciturn and very tough Army vet from Perry, holding court in the dining room.

In the living room, Fred and Mary Ann energetically introduced a newly diagnosed friend, their local newspaper editor in Fort Valley.

The lawyers’ caucus exchanged notes in the breakfast room about downsizing from their large homes.

The Rock Steady boxers made merry around the pool, punctuated by the bark of Sam’s signature laugh.

Those defiant people proved again the under-appreciated power of social connections to combat chronic disease and extend full lives.

The Community had reason to celebrate. They had moved the PD equivalent of small mountains in 2019.

Foremost was the breakthrough distribution of 1,800-plus copies of my and Struby’s book “Counterpunch” to over 360 frontline medical practices throughout Georgia connected to Mercer University School of Medicine.

A $10,000 grant from the Peyton Anderson Foundation of Macon made possible that unprecedented information outreach to Parkinson’s patients, new and existing.

A close second was the astonishing enlistment for the new Rock Steady Boxing affiliate in Middle Georgia. Forty-two boxers and care partners are active enrollees, the vast majority coming from our Parkinson’s education and engagement programs. Rock Steady is the proven, premiere, exercise therapy program for Parkinson’s.

The pioneering, ground-level work of my foundation (Me Over PD) is especially important with the projected flood of new PD cases – just as the number of top-shelf, PD experts is declining precipitously (none in Middle Georgia). PD experts are warning this mismatch of demand and supply is a “Perfect Storm” and a “Pandemic” in the making.

The PD Community’s planned work for 2020 includes resuming Study/Action training when feasible, increasing the frequency of the potluck reunions, meeting again with Mercer Medical students and continuing to make “Counterpunch” available to medical offices working with Mercer and beyond in Georgia.


Parkinson’s Steals My Fingers

I wrote last about how vigorous hand exercises restored a measure of fine motor skill in my fingers. I could again handwrite.

The implacable Parkinson’s Beast within did not like my small victory.

It bit back. Hard.

I took a three-day trip to Philadelphia in late September. I traveled alone due to my wife’s grounding for chemotherapy.

Arriving in Philly,  I realized the small pouch containing my car and house keys was gone. I had unknowingly dropped it going through TSA security in the Atlanta airport.

Returning to Atlanta, I used my credit card to pay for the taxi ride. I was paged at the airport. The virtuous taxi driver had found the card on the floor of his back seat. He was frantically trying to return it.

Only then did I fully realize what had happened. I had lost all feeling in both hands. That remains the case.

The key pouch was found in the Atlanta airport and returned to my Macon home by FedEx.

My touch has not been returned. That bastard Parkinson’s has it.











Teeny Tiny Handwriting Be Gone

Fellow Parkinson’s Fighters,
My most puzzling PD symptom before diagnosis was a leathery feeling in my hands.
Imagine wearing thick work gloves to a restaurant. My “gloves” made it difficult to cut food, sign the check, handle my car keys.
My hand writing was illegible. Buttoning just a memory.
That was my life until mid-August. It isn’t now.
Untouched in my computer had been an article about hand exercises for Parkinson’s sufferers. I opened it and tried the exercises.
Wallah! Bingo!
In two weeks the work gloves were traded for the the feel of a fine pair of cabretta leather golf gloves.
Handwriting is again legible. I’m cutting my food and fumbling less handling small items of daly life.
I’m not yet buttoning very well. Perhaps that recovery is next.
I can only surmise what is happening physiologically to explain the incredible results.
Not enough time has passed to make this a neurogenesis event. Perhaps he answer is enhanced blood flow in my hands.
Here’s the URL for the article:

$10,000 Grant to Distribute 2,000 copies of “Counterpunch”

My MOPD Foundation has received a $10,000 grant from the Peyton Anderson Foundation of Macon.

The funds are for purchase and eventual distribution of 2,000 copies of “Counterpunch” to 360 frontline physicians around the state allied with Mercer Medical School. Each physician will receive five books to form a lending library for patients.

I believe this project is a first in the country. I salute Mercer Med for its leadership under Dean Jean Sumner, a noted rural health activist.

Distribution will begin to physicians in Macon-Bibb with a Sept.1 target date. After evaluation and process validation, we will complete distribution to remaining Georgia offices in person or by mail.

This is a great win for Parkinson’s sufferers today and to come. Parkinson’s people rarely receive information about their condition at diagnosis and are abandoned to the wiles of the internet and worse. I believe “Counterpunch” provides the information needed to take action against this mystifying malady, The Rodney Dangerfield of diseases.



Holy Smokers: Jake and the Hippie Monk

Good morning my spiritual counselors— Justin LaRosa, the Tampa monkish hippie and Jake Hall,the Macon Gospel Gothic radio star.

Got “Holy Smokers” from Jake, referring to a group of cigar smoking ministers to be in Atlanta.

I posted on Shuffling Editor Wednesday a piece about Struby and me and our maladies. Struby has begun treatment for metastatic breast cancer. I have Parkinson’s.

The two us have entered an existential and spiritual space together that holds opportunity for great learning as well as obvious peril. I will chronicle our new journey on the blog as it unfolds.

The wonderful “preaching” by Pat Pawelkop in the post has a deeper meaning for me. It shows again the healing power of community.

Writing the piece also brought to mind something I wrote in “Counterpunch” about clearing mental clutter as we age and grow spiritually.

Here it is:

“I also decided to stop wasting time with people who do not challenge, nourish or really matter to me.
“Hear the words of Mario de Andrade from “The Valuable Time of Maturity.”(13) He is a Brazilian poet, novelist, musicologist, art historian and photographer.
“I want to live close to human, very human people, who laugh at their own stumbles … close to those who do not run away from their responsibilities, who defend human dignity and who only want to walk on the side of truth and honesty…

“The essential is what makes life worthwhile. I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch the hearts of people; people whom the hard knocks of life taught to grow with softness in their soul.

“I am in a hurry … to live with the intensity that only maturity can bring.

“My goal is to arrive at the end satisfied and in peace with my loved ones and my conscience.”

Thanks guys for walking with me.

Much love,

Shuffling Editor


Cancer Emperor Meets Rodney Dangerfield

My wife’s and my journey with Parkinson’s has entered a confounding new place. Struby has begun treatment for metastatic breast cancer. All signs are positive. Her care team is vetted and solid.

“The Emperor of All Maladies,” cancer, is joined with the Rodney Dangerfield of maladies, Parkinson’s. Too funny in a weird way.

Struby and I now wear two hats, patient and care partner. Tricky? You bet.

Today I am 80% partner and 20% patient. Yesterday Struby had surgical implantation of a chemo port above her left collar bone. The port allows smooth administration of cancer-killing meds. Total success. Hair loss to come.

I am known to make messes around the house, most especially connected with my cigar pleasures. I am newly mindful of minimizing domestic disorder.

I am also mindful of putting my wife’s needs first, ahead of my Parkinson’s work.

One of Parkinson’s gang (P-Daggers) in Tampa nailed my new responsibilities. Her name is Pat Pawelkop. Here’s our recent exchange.
Dear Pat,

 “I know fully well how you, without fail, detect–then leaving no tracks–hose down cant, bullshit, pomposity, narrow-mindedness, etc. 

 “What you wrote (following) sets me in my place with a clear set of instructions on being a CARE PARTNER.

“Got it. Turbos on.

Pat’s words to my wife;

 “Please (Struby) remind him, if necessary, (probably likely…!) that there are MANY CAPABLE PD warriors, who are all carrying on the fight, while Struby has ONE HUSBAND, who promised to be by her side through thick and thin. You must be his top priority and perhaps his ONLY priority in the coming months. 

“If he needs his butt kicked in this regard, please let us know. I’m sure every one of us P-Daggers would be happy to take him on. Just say the words!”






Golf had been in my life for 60+ years. I have experienced wonderfully magical moments on great courses, playing alongside editor buddies at Cypress Point, Bandon Dunes and Pinehurst, to name but three.

I’ve always been more a ball “striker” than “player.” Hitting a pure shot in the exact middle of the club has mattered more to me than winning a hole. (Sorry, playing partners, for lost bets.)

My handicap was a not-too shabby “7” at age 50. That was on my tough, home-course, Wachesaw Plantation in Murrells Inlet, S.C.

I shelved golf in 2014, the year my Parkinson’s was diagnosed. That monster was, and is, pounding my autonomic nervous system, especially equilibrium and balance functions.

I was unable to swing without falling down for three years. Physical therapy and intensive exercise brought my game back in 2018, albeit with a swing modified for Parkinson’s. (Technically, maximum possible trunk rotation with minimal arm turn.)

 Encore June 8, 2019.

My longtime, travel group was playing the Senator course at the Robert Trent Jones Trail course in Prattville, Alabama.

I joined them from my Macon home for the day, more tag-along observer than player. I did, however, swing without falling down.


This story is about a group of guys connected by golf who became a tribe of close—and gently needling–friends. You couldn’t expect more, or less, from a bunch of top newspaper editors — most of them retired rather than daily practitioners of their journalism craft that Saturday in Prattvile.

The Fourth Estate Golf Society (FEGS) came to be in the mid-to late 1980s at a convention hotel bar in Washington, D.C., legend has it.


The late David Burgin turned to his buddy Will Jarrett and said something choice like this: “I am bored as shit by this fucked up meeting. Let’s go play golf.”

They did, then decided to form a group of golfing newspaper editors who would gather each year in late Spring or early Summer at first-rate golf resorts.

For a figurative five minutes, Dave and Will conjured their group’s name as the First Amendment Golf Society. The acronym FAGS didn’t quite work for the two machismo guys.

Thus, FEGS was born.

I was invited to join in the late 1980s when I was editor of The Sun Newsin Myrtle Beach.

At its peak, I remember as many as 20-24 players making the five days of golf at superb courses: Hilton Head, Pebble Beach, Kiawah, Cherry Hills, Whistling Straits, to name but a few.

Our overt bond was a game. The subtler tie was emotional. FEGS guys could and do call on one another for all manner of support, professional and personal.

The rollcall of members includes top shelf, prize-winnings editors and related newspaper executives, such as the late Charles Cooper (our detail guy and historian), Peter Bhatia, Larry Tarleton, Don Nauss, Jim Box, Walter Mears, Frank Denton, Jim Baltzelle, Mike Waller, Jeff Cohen, Craig Ammerman, John Matthews, George Blake, Joe Urschel, Bob Duffy, Darrell Christian, Mark Mulholland, Bil Horton, Reid Miller, Jack Osteen, Byron Yake, Steve Wagenlander.

FEGS this year numbered eight players. Morbidity and mortality have taken their toll.

Those eight, and those who couldn’t join this time, are my golf tribe.














“Counterpunch” Receives News Attention

“Counterpunch” and MOPD received favorable newspaper attention this week.

Doug Clifton, retired executive editor of the Miami Herald,wrote about Parkinson’s in the South Florida (Fort Lauderdale) Sun-Sentinel (below).

Clifton’s op-ed carries extra authority beyond his journalism credentials. He served as a combat officer in Vietnam and was exposed to Agent Orange. He was diagnosed with PD in 2013.