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January 7, 2016

The Parkinson’s Patient

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If one walked her down the hallway, she would walk in a passive, wooden way, with her finger still stuck to her spectacles....
As soon as she sat down on the piano bench, her stuck hand came down to the keyboard, and she would play with ease and fluency, her face (usually frozen in an inexpressive parkinsonian “mask”) full of expression and feeling. Music liberated her from her parkinsonism for a time — and not only playing music, but imagining it. Rosalie knew all of Chopin by heart, and we had only to say “Opus 49” to see her whole body, posture, and expression change, her parkinsonism vanishing as the F-minor Fantasie played itself in her mind. - Practicing Medicine - The New Atlantis

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 7, 2016 12:58 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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"The mind is a terrible thing.", as Dan Quayle said.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at January 7, 2016 2:06 PM

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