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Last Thanksgiving was one of the hardest of my life. I lost my Grandpa, a man I thought would not die until I myself was very old. At least to my mind I would be old. But when we discovered that Grandpa had Parkinson’s we all rallied around him and were determined that he would be the first person anyone in my family had ever heard of to live through and beat the disease. He didn’t. Bone Cancer decided to join in on the side of Parkinson’s Disease in defeating the undefeatable, my Grandpa. At first it wasn’t too bad Grandpa was only shaky and forgetful, that was annoying, but he and we were able to deal with that. Grandpa just had the males in the family that were around at the time doing whatever handiwork needed done around the house or yard. He would supervise of course and make sure it was done to his satisfaction. But as the Parkinson’s progressed he became more and more unsteady and incontinent quite the embarrassment to an old farmer. Grandpa never really said much about it to a