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Seeing the rhythm of my life as I navigate ALS

I keep playing a new song by Bon Iver. Once my husband, Todd, who has ALS, is set up on his computer after breakfast, I turn my attention to household chores until he needs my help again. My new find, “There’s a Rhythmn” [sic], has a reflective,…

Finding humor lifts our spirits in life with ALS

My husband, Todd, and I work New York Times puzzles while we eat breakfast. Because Todd is paralyzed due to ALS, I feed him. We start with the Spelling Bee puzzle, which offers seven letters for you to make words with. There is always at least one word that…

A mayday call to raise awareness of ALS, this month and beyond

Fire the flare guns, turn on the ship-to-shore radio, and holler “Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!” That’s the first order of business for a ship that’s sinking. It needs attention — lots of attention. There’s even an official mayday relay procedure, which lets ships in the vicinity take turns relaying the distress…

A rollator speaks — with a special request

The other day when I sat down at my computer, I discovered a small, beige envelope that had been left near my workspace. To my surprise, inside was a letter addressed to me from the rollator that helps me live with ALS. After a quick read of the note,…

In living with ALS, I’m OK and not OK

In the opening stanza of “For When People Ask,” poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer writes: “I want a word that means okay and not okay, more than that: a word that means devastated and stunned with joy. I want the word that says I feel it all all at…