Throughout my late uncle Brandon’s journey with Parkinson’s disease, my family made sure he kept up with his physical therapy. At one point, we started seeing progress. His balance seemed a little better. His confidence had improved. And he was buying into the process more than he had in the beginning, which was no small victory for a man who once believed walking to the mailbox counted as a complete exercise regimen. Naturally, we wanted to kee…
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