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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…

Every year, I make and sell Christmas wreaths. Much of my day is filled with caring for my husband, Todd, who has ALS, along with household tasks such as laundry, meals, dishes, and snow removal. But I often have a couple of hours each day — after I set…

December is traditionally a cherished time for holiday festivities and reflecting on the year that has passed. This month, I am sending bucketfuls of gratitude to my friends and family for their love and support, and I thank my readers for choosing to spend their time with me. Yet, as…

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…

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:…

Living with ALS certainly comes with many frustrations. For me, the one that challenges me most is a symptom I can’t hide: slowness. My body simply needs more time to move, eat, and speak than everyone else around me. In a world obsessed with speed — from 10-second commercials…

My husband, Todd, was asked about his health over the Thanksgiving weekend as we caught up with some old friends. He and I explained that his breathing has been declining recently, that ALS has taken most of his lung function, and he now has to eat with his…

So what happens now? All of a sudden, I was on my own, left to navigate my world, which had changed forever. I was restless, not quite knowing what to do with myself or how to fill my time. I’d just spent the last two years fully focused on my…

The inspiration for this week’s column comes from a reader’s simple question: “How many mini-exercise sessions do you do a day?” My quick reaction was to think I’d already written quite a bit on the topic of exercise and ALS, and I’d just send along a few links.

My late husband, Jeff, grew up in a family of seven kids. The oldest and youngest were girls, with five boys in between. Jeff was right in the middle, which, he liked to explain with a laugh, made him the most well-adjusted. While all the kids were close, Jeff’s best…