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A letter to my newly diagnosed self

Dear Dagmar, I know the news is still fresh. There are so many things I want to tell you, but I’ll keep this letter focused. That’s mainly because I know being contacted by your future self can be startling enough, but added to that, being told you have ALS…

Holding on to possibility while living with ALS

I feel a sense of accomplishment as this year ends. We made it. My husband, Todd, has hung on, with much effort to keep his lungs clear and filled with air, and we’ve kept persevering even as his ALS keeps progressing. Todd hasn’t had his breathing tested since December…

I learned to really cherish holiday moments when ALS appeared

My late husband, Jeff, loved holidays. He was a sentimental person hidden within a sometimes gruff exterior, and his sweet side was never more evident than on special occasions. He celebrated Valentine’s Day, birthdays, and Thanksgiving with reverence, making each day meaningful with unique traditions, sumptuous meals he’d made from…

Changing roles when I was sick gave me more empathy

I had a bad cold last week and am still recovering from it. Apart from concern over my husband, Todd, catching it, because he has ALS, the hardest part was trying to keep up with his caregiving when I was fatigued and needed to rest. Something surprised me, though:…