How Huntington’s disease progression affected my dad

My late father, David, never wanted to take the genetic test for Huntington’s disease, an illness that had already taken the life of his own father and his grandmother. He knew there was neither a cure nor a treatment to slow the disease’s progression. For many years, he mistakingly believed he had escaped it.

David was a wonderful dad, the very best my brother, Gavin, and I could have wished for. He was kind, calm, generous, caring, and always smiled his way through life. He lived for his family. We felt safe and loved.

I grew up in Hackbridge, a leafy suburb of London, where Dad worked in an administrative position for the local government. He was clever and worked hard. He was also a talented photographer, writer, and artist, and he took on projects like renovating our home.

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We were lucky to have a large park near our home, and as kids, my brother and I spent hours there with Dad and our dog, Benny. The park had amazing ponds. Dad once rescued Gavin after my brother fell into the pond!

The park’s keepers used to light bonfires to dispose of their lawn cuttings, which fascinated Gavin, who would traipse across the ashes. My mother was never impressed to find he had melted the bottom of his Wellington boots!

Dad taught us to ride our bikes, and he put up with my tantrums when I found it tricky. Gavin, on the other hand, learned quickly, much to my annoyance.

During the Great Storm of 1987, a violent cyclone that meteorologists had failed to predict killed 22 people and damaged our beloved park beyond recognition. Our dad took us to that park the following morning, once the storm had subsided. It was a sight I’ll never forget. Barely a tree was left standing, and some of them were hundreds of years old.

Even at such a young age, I recognized the extent of the devastation. We could no longer use the park’s paths and had to climb across entangled limbs and tree trunks. Dad loved nature and the beauty of the trees, and seeing the park destroyed like that made him incredibly sad.

As a family, we spent quality time together and enjoyed many weekend trips to the beaches on the southern coast of England. We had weekly movie nights, complete with popcorn and sweets. Our dad loved to watch films. I think he enjoyed the children’s movies more than we did!

The symptoms appear and progress

The early signs of Huntington’s disease were becoming apparent in my dad when we moved to Devon, England, in 1988. Gavin and I were about to transition to secondary school. Dad was in his late 30s, and he was having difficulty coping with life in general. A few years later, he lost his job, and his marriage to our mother came to an end. She couldn’t put her finger on what had changed in him, but she knew something had.

I was shocked when Dad had an accident in our family car, as he had always been such a careful driver.

His clumsiness progressed into his early 40s, and he broke lots of drinking glasses in our house and even fell on his way home one day.

By his late 40s, he had slowed down both mentally and physically. He would become confused during small home repairs, and he’d struggle with apathy. He started displaying some obsessive-compulsive tendencies and had short-term memory problems. He’d leave the front door to our house wide open when he’d leave. He’d write notes to himself to remember to finish everyday tasks.

The physical signs of Huntington’s that appeared in his mid- to late-50s made the disease harder to ignore. His shoulders would move up and down, particularly when he was agitated. He’d stroke his nose repeatedly with his fingers. His feet would move back and forth, and he’d lean to one side while sitting down. His head would bob around, and he’d walk with a bouncy, rolling gait.

Dad stopped shaving and getting haircuts. He accumulated debt without understanding the consequences. While he had a few outbursts of anger over things he found too upsetting or overwhelming, he mostly remained calm.

He usually avoided both the doctor and the dentist, but I raised concerns about him with our family physician, who discussed the symptoms with Dad during a routine appointment. He referred Dad to a neurologist, who said the issues likely were due to Huntington’s. A blood test confirmed the diagnosis when he was 57. Dad passed away 11 years later, in May 2020.

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