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My dad and progressive supranuclear palsy (PSP)
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  1. Heather Angus-Leppan1,2
  1. 1Department of Neurology, Royal Free Hospital, London, UK
  2. 2Epilepsy Unit, Insitute of Neurology, University College London Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust, London, UK
  1. Correspondence to Dr Heather Angus-Leppan, Neurology, Royal Free Hospital, London NW3 2QG, UK; heather.angus-leppan{at}nhs.net

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Dad aged 60 years was a powerhouse—energetic, handsome, tall and powerful. I thought he would live forever. He and mum were mountaineers, opening a treacherous climb in the Drakensberg, South Africa, which bears their name (figure 1), fleeing apartheid and starting a new life in Australia. He was a pioneering academic in his field after a terrible childhood. An exceptional marriage, three children, lots of adventures.

Figure 1

Peter Angus-Leppan in the foothills of the Drakensberg during a 2-week climbing trip in 1961 opening up new rock climbs on Champagne Castle and other peaks in Lesotho (then Basutoland). Photo by Pam Angus-Leppan (personal collection of Angus-Leppan) (item 1961-03-01).

Then at 64 a colleague noticed that he looked a little stiff, and he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease.

He kept falling—a dramatic plunge head first into a swimming pool at a posh party in his finest clothes, stumbles and trips on a bushwalk, multiple falls backwards from ladders. This was made all the more worrying as he …

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