He had Parkinson's disease for about, I'd say diagnosed for about 11 of the last years of his life. And treatment was not as good as it is now, of course. We're still going along and he died in '85 and he was 77.

It eats you up. It eats you up. And you have to - I had a lot of help. I had a lot of therapy. And I was able to - because it was hard, you know, to - you can't just lay it on friends and children.

I became the butterfly. I got out of the cocoon, and I flew.

Over the last few years, my comfort level with how I look has improved. My age has helped. You get used to yourself and accept yourself.

But when this happens to you - and I think other people would identify with this - suddenly, colors are brighter. You see everything.

God always has another custard pie up his sleeve.

I don't want to have to say, Honey, you know, could you turn off the sports channel because I'm not a big sports fan, and I don't love the television being on just for the sake of turning on. I'd like turning on for some thing specific.