Joyful Sorrow - a Column by Kristin Neva

Last week for spring break, I traveled with my son from snowy Michigan to sunny Florida. Siesta Key was just as beautiful as I remembered from 15 years ago when my husband, Todd, and I vacationed there with our two small children, along with Todd’s parents and my brother…

It’s hard to live in limbo with the slow but relentless progression of my husband Todd’s ALS. A couple years after Todd was diagnosed, he went on permanent disability from his work. He could still speak and had the time, so he visited my great-uncle nearly every day…

After decades of classic cross-country skiing, I realized that the groomed track is too wide for me, and it got me thinking how difficult it is to find single solutions to help everybody with ALS. We had springlike weather this past week in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, and I got…

“I can’t believe I could’ve had longer footrests this whole time,” my husband, Todd, said this morning as he peered down on his wheelchair while I transferred him using our overhead lift. “I’ve been so nervous about my toes, especially now that I’m having such a hard time driving.” Todd…

It’s become exceedingly difficult for my husband, Todd, to leave our home now that he’s in an advanced stage of ALS. His neck is weak because of disease progression, and he uses noninvasive ventilation nearly all the time. To make matters worse, we live in a northern climate with…

Lines from a Shania Twain song have been running through my head the past few days: “You’re still the one I run to/ The one that I belong to/ You’re still the one I want for life.” The lyrics remind me of how my husband, Todd, and I…

It’s been a rough couple weeks since my husband, Todd, came down with a respiratory illness. The first weekend was the worst, with nausea, fever, chills, body aches, and chest congestion. By day four, he was able to eat a bit, and he spent longer stretches of the day…

“I’m not going to write a column this week,” I told my husband, Todd. “All I can think about is that you’re sick, and I don’t know how it’s going to turn out.” Todd came down with a bug a few days ago. He’s had body chills, aches, and congestion.

This afternoon, I loaded our household trash into the back of my husband’s accessible van. After opening the rear hatch and lowering the ramp, I simply dragged our three 33-gallon trash cans up the ramp to where Todd would normally park his power wheelchair, then I drove to the transfer…

Moments of daily life with my husband Todd’s ALS frequently put both of us in panic mode. It makes me wonder if we should take more precautions — but there are trade-offs. The other day, for example, food got stuck in Todd’s throat while I was feeding him chicken…