Opinion: My dance with Parkinson's disease

While  I was still a singer, doing Hank Williams songs, not half badly, at the Wheel Club on Cavendish, I should have known something was wrong because the MC always complained about my not smiling, and when I tried, I couldn’t.
I couldn’t because when you have Parkinson’s, apparently your face begins to freeze. Of course, I hadn’t yet been diagnosed. One of the favourite themes when we insiders get together is how the kind, frustrated doctors don’t know. &ldqu