Nothing quite like hearing about a promising new treatment for Parkinson's when it's already too late. And my poor papa was suffering so much from his Parkinson's medication because he'd been on it for over a decade. I just desperately wish we had changed his dosage much earlier than we did. I had one brief moment a week or two before he died where he was himself. Sitting upright, his eyes open, able to have a conversation and hold a mug and drink. He was himself and I told him how happy I was to see him and I hugged him and talked to him. And then the drug kicked in and he was gone. I feel like that was the last time I ever spoke to him.