Protecting the babies inspires me to move like a ninja
Emergencies on the farm make me appear to forget my Parkinson's symptoms

Do you ever have moments when you forget you have Parkinson’s disease?
Sometimes, in those first few sleepy moments when I wake up, I feel good. Then, of course, I start to tremor, or my muscles clench, or I get out of bed and can hardly stand. It’s a painful reminder that Parkinson’s isn’t going to take the back seat. Those moments when I feel good linger in my memory, however, giving me hope and keeping me going.
As regular readers of this column know, I live on a farm, and we have two big, white Great Pyrenees dogs named Flora and Daisy. Most of the time, these dogs are gentle giants. Usually, they ignore the wildlife around us – the Canada geese, wild turkeys, deer, groundhogs, rabbits, squirrels, skunks, and chipmunks usually live free of the fear of being eaten. Springtime is the exception to this rule, when all the vulnerable babies are around. It turns our dogs into killing machines.
Of the gosling and the fawn
Years ago, before my Parkinson’s diagnosis was in the picture, I came home late from work one night, and when I got out of the car I heard a “peep peep.” I looked down and saw a brand new baby goose at my feet. At that moment, one of the dogs raced around the car, ready to gulp down this baby. I quickly scooped it up and ran into the house.
So I stood in our living room with a gosling going “peep peep.” What should I do?
I called for my husband, John, who had gone to bed already, and he took the little guy over to its nest, where the mother was waiting. Saved! The next morning, we saw them both paddling around the pond, so it all ended on a high note.
More recently, I told John that I’d close the gate at the end of our laneway. It was about 8 p.m., and the farm felt very peaceful. It’s a 10-minute walk uphill to the gate, and the dogs decided to come with me. It took me a bit longer to walk because of bradykinesia, but that was OK because it was one of those nights — quiet, serene, beautiful. I counted my blessings as I strolled along, in tune with nature and feeling lucky to be alive.
Suddenly, our dogs sprinted into the nearest hayfield, where the hay was about 3 feet high. Then two deer jumped up out of the hay and started running around in circles, and the dogs went wild. I could hear a fawn crying out with sad, babylike weeping. That’s when my body forgot it had Parkinson’s disease, and I sprinted into the field like a ninja, yelling like a warrior at the top of my lungs, and tackled our dogs. I lay on top of Flora and held Daisy by the collar.
The does had taken off without the baby, but fortunately it could walk. For half an hour, I lay in that field with our dogs, and that sweet little fawn slowly crept away, with one eye on the dogs, and then disappeared into the grass.
In the meantime, John came looking for me — twice! The first time, he came on foot, but didn’t see us because I was lying down on top of the dogs in the field and wondering about ticks. The second time, he brought the car, and by then, I was dragging Flora (who was refusing to move) and coaxing Daisy out of the field.
It was a wonder that I could sprint that fast or yell that loud, but I did! It was as if, at that moment, my body prioritized its behavior. Even though the situation was grim, I’m happy for the short but sweet memory of being able to move like a ninja!
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Maria de los Angeles Bacigalupe
Christine, thanks for your column. The phenomenon you have experienced is called paradoxical kinesia in Parkinson’s disease. Regards, Maria
Christine Scheer
Hi Maria,
I looked that up right away! That is very interesting and weirdly encouraging. Thank you so much for sharing that information.
All my best,
Christine
Carole
Writing is inspirational.
Christine Scheer
Hi Carole,
Thank you! I really appreciate your comment.
All my best,
Christine
Daniel Salas
Hello Christine ! I read your story .. indeed it is incredible that sometimes our mind forgets that we have PD (I was diagnosed at the Toronto Western in August 2018) and so does our body…. Then we move like if we were completely healthy.
I live in Oakville with my wife, Mary and my youngest son Daniel.
Mary is 55 yo like you and she is a great baker. Her instagram account is Mary’scakes Inc. Check it out!
I will change my meds from oral tablets (taking up to 17 Levocarb/day) to continuos subcutaneous infusion of Dopqmine precursors with a Pump. All the system starting from the medication is called Vyalev..Google it and look for videos. It was approved in Canada last April and in USA in October 2024
I see that you live in a farm around London, ON.
Now that summer will come perhaps we can meet one day and have a nice coffee and snack.
If I can be of any help to you please do not hesitate to send me an E-mail. I am not only a PD patient but also an MD who is very up to date about Parkinson’s.
Please, say hi to John. I look forward to meeting him as well.
Best wishes
Daniel Salas
Christine Scheer
Hi Daniel,
Thanks for your comments! I have a friend that got the Vyaleve (sp?)system put in place, and it was life changing for him. I hope you have great success with it! I just started following your wife on Instagram, LOL! Her cakes look amazing.
My husband and I just went to Toronto last week. We've decided that the big city isn't for us! But let me know if you are coming to London, we'd be happy to meet you both!
Best,
Christine
Deirdre Ruffino
That was really thrilling to hear! And I have absolutely experienced events like this--not as dramatic, but as liberating. When I was 72, I was diagnosed with PD. It was a big nothing for 2 years, until I got Covid; overnight everything changed and we had to move into a senior community. But a few times now, something has happened that demanded action, and my brain "pulled a switch" so that I could respond. One evening a frail senior in our community collapsed to the floor as he passed our dining table. My husband, who does not have PD, got up to help but it was obvious the man was very weak and needed more. My husband hung on to him but everyone else sort of froze. We had an extra wheelchair in our apartment, but it meant a walk outside on a twisty path and a long walk down a corridor to our place.
No problem. Without a thought for the walker that sat next to my chair, I charged outside, walked around the path, and strode--long, even strides, arms swinging--all the way down the corridor. Went in the apartment, grabbed the wheelchair, and almost trotted back down the corridor with it. After I handed it over, I realized what I had done and plopped back onto my chair.
What I hope is that some bright scientist can figure out how to somehow harness that brainpower so we don't need so many drugs to treat this awful condition.....while they come up with a permanent cure!
I also have found dance music to be "liberating"--I walk unevenly across the studio of my physical therapy studio--unless they play Motown. Then I dance--no holding onto someone, I just dance across the floor.
Christine Scheer
Hi Deirdre,
That's an amazing story! I love it! isn't it wonderful that we have both experienced this sort of 'over-ride' situation. I agree with you, scientists need to figure this out! Thank you so much for sharing your story.
All my best,
Christine
Mike P
Great story!
Christine Scheer
Hi Mike,
Thanks! This happened last spring, and last summer I often saw two does and a fawn (getting bigger all summer), so I hope that was the same fawn.
Take care,
Christine