My father was an energetic person. But that's no surprise for a doctor. He was always on the move, answering patients calls and giving medical consultations. With age, his stride reduced in length. His steps were getting smaller and slower. We thought this was due to aging. Little did we know there was a monster lurking within. One day as he walked by a mirror in our house, I saw him standing still looking at his own reflection. He looked at me and told me that he was sure he had Parkinson's. I asked him why would he think that? He told me that his stance is the typical sign. He diagnosed himself, but we took him to a specialist for treatment. Unfortunately we couldn't get a proper treatment where we're located. So he was prescribed different medications that didn't do much. Until he reached the point of total loss of movement. The man who was full of life is now bed ridden. The man who was running around is now suffering from stiffness of joints. Frozen