What I Didn’t Say: A Journey Through Parkinson’s spoke loudly, fervently and with unfettered compassion about a neurological disease that slowly but surely robs its victims of not only motor skills but of dignity. This play gives a voice to not only sufferers of Parkinson’s, but its caregivers as well.

The play, purposely void of any props or scenery save for two stools and a curtain behind which the sole two actors playing husband and wife can switch to their roles as spouses. This duo’s stage craft and competency in advancing their characters and the storyline is as good as any On Broadway play.

More importantly, the play educates the audience in an entertaining (not that PD is entertaining) and informative fashion that is also linear in that it seamlessly informs the audience about the progression of PD, especially its many psychosocial issues.

The play, while providing the needed technical information about PD, does so in a conversational, non-preachy way in which the use of humor (so often needed but avoided in real life medicine) is injected, not so much as an anxiety buffer for the audience, but because the very nature of Parkinson’s can often trigger unavoidable jerky motor-limb movements, vocal inflections and other symptomology that if we couldn’t laugh we’d be crying all the time. PD is no laughing matter but a good chuckle now and then is just what the doctor ordered. . .or should order.

If you are a health care professional, a PD sufferer, or a family member of someone with PD, you must form a coalition and request, petition, beg, even cajole, to have this play brought to you for a pleasurable but sobering experience.