I loved to go hunting out in the woods and hiking, and that's just not easy anymore. For me, to walk up and down hills in the rough terrain, it just doesn't work very well. It can, but it's three times as hard as it used to be.
I was riding pillion on my friend's motorbike, and we met with an accident which badly injured my right leg. I was bedridden for three years and used crutches for one year before I fully recovered.
It's factual to say I am a bilateral-below-the-knee amputee. I think it's subjective opinion as to whether or not I am disabled because of that. That's just me.
The last thing I ever thought would ever happen to me was losing my legs.
If I had to last 20 years, I would probably be batting in a wheelchair.
There are people I would like to work with. It's a bit harder, because I live out in the sticks anyway, and plus being in a wheelchair means that I can't really circulate. So I tend to stick to my own thing.
I've got a little arthritis that I have to deal with. I was 6 feet 7 when I started, and I've shrunk up a little bit. I'm probably 6-5 or so now. But up here at 82, I feel pretty good. I'm sticking in there.
You don't forget you have Parkinson's disease, believe me, especially in the shower. If you are not paying attention, you fall down.
It's not particularly fun to have to factor in step stools to almost all areas of your home.
I'm at an age when my back goes out more than I do.
The first day I was told that I had osteoarthritis, I thought it was the worst thing that could possibly happen to me; I was done. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't run so my life was over. But because I'm a competitive person, I wasn't going to let anything slow me down and I turned it around and made it a positive.
I've played everything - baseball, football, basketball. I can still swim a mile a day. That's why I can't walk.
Parkinson's is a slow but inevitable process. It's hard living with it on a daily basis. The difficulty facing people with it is that they never quite know 'Can I or can't I do this today?'
Arthritic toothless people who love orgasms are more likely to reproduce than are limber, toothy people who do not.
I'm an elderly gentleman. I haven't been in a fight involving bodily contact in 60 years. Look, I fall trying to put on my underwear in the morning.
Leo, sadly, has Parkinson's, but he used to cook all sorts of dazzling things.
Everyone in Tel Aviv knows Yosl Bergner. In 2006, the mayor made him a Freeman of the City. Now he carries a card which allows him to park his car anywhere with impunity. If only he could drive.
Apparently I don't do stairs, I won't walk on carpet and I refuse to walk on grass. How do I do to get around, hover?
If I were blind, I'd wear a blindfold all the time.
My life is quite physical anyway. When you are three-foot-six you kind of have to climb stuff now and again, and you find yourself in quite precarious situations just to manage in what is quite a big world.
Sadly, I am not able to take part in the fieldwork myself so much anymore, as both of my legs were amputated following an airplane crash twelve years ago.
I've never been in any pain, ever, like that in my whole life. Now it's set me so far back, I just don't' have the lung capacity to swim the way I can.
With Parkinson's, you do need more rest.
I am optimistic. But I also know that, with time, I'm beginning to fight issues of aging as well as long-term paralysis.
I use an electric wheelchair because I have no sense of balance, and muscle spasticity has arched my spine like a cat's, while my legs are really just for show.
