PSP and COPD have certainly changed how we celebrate holidays. Just after midnight I woke up to an alarm sounding on my husbands' concentrator (oxygen). At 2 a.m. Christmas morning I was answering the door to the lucky young lady on call at our oxygen supplier. She brought a replacement machine. It took until 3:30 a.m. to get my husband into a safe range.
Oh, well, we are usually up those hours anyways. I still managed to get some sleep before our adult sons joined me for a holiday lunch. Ger does not come downstairs to join us for holiday dinners since Thanksgiving of 2017.
PSP Clinic
Travel insurance with PSP
Poems about PSP
Carrying the Olympic Torch for PSP.
PSP 5K Virtual Run 
