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Every May for the past five years, the nonprofit I AM ALS hosts a summit to raise ALS awareness, the hallmark of which is a display of 6,000 small blue flags planted on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. Each flag represents a person who is living with…

The longer I live with ALS, the more I’m forced to learn about myself by constantly adjusting to my body’s limitations and learning how to pace my days. Lately, I’ve been taking lessons in how to thrive from a large, graceful houseplant on our back porch. We are both,…

As I prepared to shower my husband, Todd, who is paralyzed due to ALS, I asked his smart speaker to play “Hurt” by Johnny Cash, and after that finished, I asked it to play similar songs. As I shaved Todd’s head, a song I’d never heard before came…

Today is my late husband’s 66th birthday. ALS took Jeff from our family just five days after he turned 60, and only 19 months after his diagnosis. Hearing the words, “This is ALS,” in the fall of 2018 was shocking and unbelievable. The early weeks and months after his…

In a recent episode of the “Hidden Brain” podcast, behavioral scientist Dave Evans discussed radical acceptance. He described his 69-year-old wife, Claudia, receiving a terminal cancer diagnosis and how they chose to skip the denial, anger, and depression that often come with grief. They moved straight to acceptance, allowing…

I spent five days last week corresponding with a fellow ALS patient in the U.K. We met during a unique online event that reminded me that, while this disease can feel isolating, the ALS community wraps all the way around the globe. Beyond the connection, I walked away with…

As soon as I reached for the sock, I knew it would fall to the floor. And it did. I retrieved it by slowly bending sideways in my chair, stretching my arm in its direction, and with a mighty oomph, finally seized the soft fabric. That was just one speed…