Music Transports Me Back to Those Dark Diagnosis Days

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by Erin Paterson |

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My husband and I were driving along a country road with no destination in mind. We needed to escape the city and our lives for the day.

We drove past fields of tall, golden grass waving in the breeze, and turned down random roads that we happened upon. We cracked the car windows and blasted music on the stereo.

I had been diagnosed as gene-positive for Huntington’s disease a few months earlier and needed to get away from the scary thoughts in my head. Huntington’s is a degenerative neurological condition that causes cognitive impairment, uncontrolled movements, and emotional issues. Carriers of the gene will develop the disease but don’t know when symptoms will appear.

At the time, I had trouble seeing myself as anything more than my diagnosis, and I was fearful my husband would leave me. Why would he want to stick around if I am going to get a mental illness and die, I thought. I no longer understood my value as a person. I couldn’t see what I added to the world — I only saw the burden I would become.

I stared out the car window at wispy, white clouds painted across the blue sky, listening to the song “Weighty Ghost” by the band Wintersleep. We played it on repeat because the melancholic tune matched my mood.

We had been trying to conceive a baby when I was diagnosed. After finding out there was a 50% chance I could pass the Huntington’s gene to our child, I struggled with our decision to have a family. I felt it would be my fault if our child inherited the disease, and I didn’t know if I could live with that. I connected with the song’s lyrics, because I also felt like a ghost, detached from my body and floating above my unrecognizable life. The future I had dreamed of had been destroyed.

More than a decade later, hearing that song still causes my heart to drop. It immediately transports me back to those dark days when I was first diagnosed and had no idea how I would ever feel better again. When it comes on the radio now, sometimes I have to change the station.

That is, unless my husband reaches out and turns the dial first, because he knows how the song affects me. He still remembers the blank look I used to wear across my face when I was lost in my own mind. He hasn’t forgotten how much I cried, my eyes constantly swollen and red, and how there was nothing he could do to take away my pain. No matter how much he said he loved me, a part of me didn’t believe him because I thought that with Huntington’s, I was unlovable.

Other times when “Weighty Ghost” comes on the radio, I listen to it as a way of proving to myself how far I have come. I went through a bunch of crap, but you are not going to make me cry this time, I think as I revel in the strength I have gained from confronting my fears about Huntington’s disease.

It took a long time and a lot of therapy, but I finally have come to terms with my diagnosis. I have learned that Huntington’s is not all of me. I know that I am deserving of my husband’s love and that I have much to offer the world.

That song will always remind me of those troubling years, but it also presents an opportunity to reflect upon the goodness in my life. I have many things to be thankful for, but I am most grateful for my husband.

He supported my decision to go through genetic testing. He was sitting next to me, in that sterile hospital room, as the geneticist read my results. He held me as I cried myself to sleep every night for months on end. He didn’t leave me when I offered him a divorce, suggesting he should find a better wife who wasn’t going to get sick. He stood by me and believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.

I have no doubt he will be there for me when I become symptomatic for Huntington’s, too.


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Matthew avatar


Wonderfully written. A poignant piece that has the ability to move any reader.

Yes, music is such a powerful thing. Truly the universal language. Transcends all boundaries.

Erin Paterson avatar

Erin Paterson

Thank you for reading my story Matthew and for your kind comments. Music is amazing!

Erica avatar


So touching, Erin. This piece practically vibrates with strength.

Erin Paterson avatar

Erin Paterson

Thank you for your kind words Erica. I appreciate that you took the time to read my story.

Lori avatar


Wow! Your story parallels mine when I received my Parkinsons DX. Thanks for sharing your story! Stay strong & stay hopeful!

Erin Paterson avatar

Erin Paterson

Thank you for taking the time to read my story Lori. Different DX but a similar journey. We are all in this together. I hope you are doing well.

paramjit avatar


What an amazing, courageous, truthful story you share. So heartfelt Erin.
In gratituse to you and your courage.

Lindsay Groot avatar

Lindsay Groot

This connects with me so much that it feels as if I could have written the same experience. The tears, the flat affect, the hopelessness and deteriorated self-worth. Such a trialing experience but coping, counselling and time can be so life changing if we can sit in the discomfort to truly and effectively work through it. Thanks for sharing this Erin.


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