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Recognizing the signs of angels who walk among us

A few weeks after my late husband, Jeff, was diagnosed with ALS in 2018, we were sitting in our primary care doctor’s office to talk. We’d just received a second opinion confirming the diagnosis, and we were reeling. I remember how brutal the appointment felt for all three of us.

I choose to be optimistic, even though I have ALS

One day, about four years after my diagnosis of ALS, I began having trouble pronouncing words. My tongue felt thick and couldn’t form words at the speed I was thinking them. My speech came out garbled and my brain hurt from trying to overcome the disconnect. At the time,…

ALS and the heavy burden of grief

It was six years ago last week that my late husband, Jeff, and I sat in a neurologist’s office in Maryland as the doctor said, “I believe that this is ALS.” Moments before, I’d been watching the doctor administer a second electromyography (EMG) on Jeff, who found the procedure…

Good memories sustain us when life with ALS is hard

I like the Maroon 5 song “Memories” because I’m soothed by the melody, borrowed from Johann Pachelbel’s Canon in D, and I’m moved by the lyrics. One line in particular resonates with me: “The memories bring back you.” Though my husband, Todd, is still with me,…

What is contentment when ALS is in the picture?

This morning, while my husband, Todd, was sleeping in the next room, I read a few chapters of Brian Jeansonne’s new memoir, “Onward Forward — My Journey with ALS,” in which he examines with vulnerability and insight his life with the disease. In Chapter 11, Jeansonne, a spiritual…