A friend who stopped by for a visit last weekend asked my husband, Todd, “Anything new?” “Not really,” he said. “So no more choking incidents?” she asked. “There have been choking incidents, and Kristin has to clear my lungs every couple days,” he replied, “but you asked if there was…
“I should be an ALS comedian. I know I could, too — that is, if it weren’t for my darn ALS.” That’s what I tell myself on the days when life’s funny moments come at me fast and furious. It’s another example of how this disease keeps on challenging…
Before my husband, Todd, had ALS, he enjoyed cooking. He often made omelets on Saturday mornings. He was skilled with a chef’s knife and cut ingredients quickly and finely before cooking the egg to perfection. I miss eating his omelets. Although I do all the actual cooking now,…
Often I do some of my deepest thinking when I’m alone in the car. I regularly drive 35 minutes to ride my horse, and I like to spend that time in silence. That’s when I think about people to contact or items on my to-do list for the week ahead.
Last Sunday, on the morning of our 22nd wedding anniversary, as I was getting my husband, Todd, out of bed, he asked if I’d heard the song “To Build a Home.” I hadn’t. “Alexa, play ‘To Build a Home‘ by the Cinematic Orchestra and Patrick Watson,” Todd said.
I know I’ve said this many times, but it’s worth repeating: One of the most important lessons ALS has taught me is to never give up. This leads me into this week’s column. It’s a story about shoes and my pursuit of the perfect pair. Spoiler alert: There’s a…
I was on schedule Monday morning to get out the door by 11:45 until I had an unwelcome visitor. I had a noon appointment for something that would be difficult to reschedule, so I got my husband, Todd, out of bed early. I parked his power wheelchair at his counter-height…
This summer, I’ve been superfocused on a special fix-up project — namely, my posture. Why? Because earlier this year, whether I was sitting, standing, or walking, I noticed a slow slump forward of my upper body. Oh, I’d always begin sitting tall, but somehow, I’d morph into a shorter me.
I remember the first caregiving task that I completed for my late husband, Jeff, after he was diagnosed with ALS in the fall of 2018. His symptoms had started with a foot drop, and by the time of his diagnosis, his right foot had become paralyzed. It became my…
Having ALS is certainly no laughing matter. But I’ve found over the years that it can give rise to many humorous moments. On some days, in fact, finding the funny while in a frustrating situation has been one of my best coping strategies. That’s why I was taken aback to…
