The AI “Doctor” Will See You Now
New Parkinson’s Clinician: AI Itself There’s a new “doctor” in town – and it’s entirely AI. I found this out by reading a blog post on the World Parkinson […]
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New Parkinson’s Clinician: AI Itself There’s a new “doctor” in town – and it’s entirely AI. I found this out by reading a blog post on the World Parkinson […]
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I just came across this poem by Galway Kinnell, and every time I read it I find it more and more shocking. It’s been around for a couple of decades,
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Next year the world’s Parkinson community will gather in Phoenix, Arizona, from May 24-26, 2026, for the fifth World Parkinson’s Congress.
**************************** The above video shows how I often walk these days (left) and how I walked two weekends ago when I put on a pair of Nushu X at
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I played the kayagum in South Korea for many years.
Fast with the Fingers, Way Back When… Read More »
Here are four videos of me walking recently: April 23, April 28, April 29, April 30. On April 25, we went to Mt. Sinai in Manhattan, where I had my
How’s My Walking? OK, But Not Perfect… Read More »
This book aims to give the reader an overview of how Parkinson’s works in the body, and what the PwP (Person with Parkinson’s) can do about it.
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In short, no. Not even in the brief version of the ad that keeps showing up on my TV screen. According to the Google AI announcement: While the commercial showcases
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Turning the Page with Parkinson’s TC alum Bruce Ballard (Ed.D. ’94) is the author of his own story, from pedagogy to poetry On Bruce Ballard’s (Ed.D. ’94) bucket list, you’ll
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The first round of daffodils have arrived; different varieties will bloom later. They always bring to mind the following poem by Archibald MacLeish. His grandson, Keith MacLeish, and I were