In trying something I loved as a kid, I found myself skating on thin ice
Having Parkinson's disease often means giving up dangerous hobbies
The winter of 2022 was spectacular here in southwestern Ontario. It was cold enough for our pond to freeze for the first time in many years. Most weekends were sunny and icy cold, and our extended family and friends would come to our farm for a skating party. When we got tired, we could rest beside the outdoor fire that my husband, John, had lit.
It felt so good to be outside getting fresh air, exercising, and socializing. I recently had deep brain stimulation (DBS) surgery to ease my Parkinson’s disease symptoms, so I was on top of the world!
I fondly remember ice skating as a child. I grew up in the suburbs of Montreal, Quebec. In the winter, after school, my sister and I would walk to one of the outdoor rinks near us, put on our skates, and stay until it got dark. Then, sitting in a snow bank, we would change out of our skates and into our boots and walk back home. It was cold, and I probably complained a lot, but I only have warm and cozy memories of that time.
OK, maybe not
When our daughters were young, they often had friends over to skate on the weekends. However, it had been a long time since then, and we were all — OK, I was — a bit rusty on skates.
I was excited about reviving this weekend activity. I bought some new skates for myself and sharpened them, so when the weekend came, I was ready.
Our second weekend with the frozen pond arrived. John lit the fire, apple cider was simmering away in the crockpot, and I was ready to go!
As I mentioned, this was the second weekend we did this. The first weekend, my sister-in-law had fallen and broken her wrist. Did that set off any alarm bells for me? Of course not! The siren’s song came in the form of skaters whooshing past me and the laughter of friends and family.
I wore one of my daughter’s ski helmets, put on my skates, and was off!
About five minutes later, I was standing still on the ice. That’s it. Standing still, soaking up the cold January sunshine, happy to be alive.
The next thing I knew, I was looking up at the sky, flat on my back on the ice.
Nothing was broken, and thank goodness I wore that helmet. I’d heard horror stories of people hitting their heads after DBS surgery and needing to have their wires adjusted.
The very next day, I returned the skates to the store. Honestly, I don’t need to skate ever again. Yes, I am giving up. The stakes are too high.
Telling myself I could do something too risky was just plain foolhardy.
I have to accept the fact that I have a movement disorder. Positive talk is not going to solve that problem. Positivity will, however, give me good memories and the ability to laugh at myself when I end up in awkward situations. Being positive will also help me keep on trucking — and boxing, running, cycling, and weight lifting. I just have to better judge what is safe for me.
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