A cure would mean so much and yet so little. On the one (shaking) hand it would mean an end to worrying about taking meds, about planning my day so that I can manage my job, my children, my life without being exhausted and grumpy. But it won’t change me. Because having Parkinson’s means making a choice. Are you defined by this condition or not. I’m 42 and was diagnosed 4 years ago. I’ve got my life to live. A cure would be unimaginably brilliant but it would not be my end game. I’m going further than that.