Giving Thanks With 2020 Vision

Giving Thanks With 2020 Vision
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“I am a rock,

I am an island,

And a rock feels no pain.”

In 2020, there have been none of Paul Simon’s “rocks” to be found in the social circles that I inhabit. Everyone that I know has endured suffering of one kind or another. Many folks’ pain is derived from multiple sources.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here in the U.S. Looking back on a year in which trials and tribulations were de rigueur, on the surface, finding sincere gratitude may be challenging. For me, a review of the circumstantial storms, with the intent to dislodge some silver linings, often serves to detoxify.

Pain can be physical or emotional. Often damage to the spirit can hurt more intensely than bodily harm. Each year, ALS sufferers hold out hope that this will be the time that the disease will be arrested, only to experience the trauma of shattered dreams.

A recent episode of emotional pain was delivered with the news of BrainStorm’s results from the NurOwn Phase 3 clinical study. The ALS community had been hopeful of an announcement heralding a sweeping breakthrough advance against our dreaded nemesis. Instead, the primary efficacy endpoint was not attained.

However, in a subgroup of patients with less advanced disease progression, statistically significant benefit was demonstrated. This could conceivably mean treatment approval for those recently diagnosed. While not initially pertinent to me, even limited market availability will fuel further discovery, perhaps culminating in a stem cell approach for us ALS veterans. Thank you.

Like any other year, 2020 had multiple tantalizing-turn-bitter ALS disappointments. Unlike other years, 2020 was chock-full of other founts of deep emotional hurt, greater in ordeal.

BrainStorm’s press release followed on the heels of a bitterly contested presidential election. Election Day itself was the endpoint of an excruciatingly divisive campaign that validated Stephen Stills’ lyrical notion that “nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong.” I am reminded that, owing to the Founding Fathers’ ingenious constitutional checks and balances, in my lifetime no administration has fulfilled all of my selfish and naive wish list, or conversely lived down to my worst paranoid fears. Thank you.

Providing a fiendish bookend to the ballot tension and tumult, COVID-19 struck early in the year. Death, financial ruin, healthcare system supersaturation, and societal upheaval have been the painful consequences. Somehow, those in contact with me have remained current with transmission avoidance protocols, and considerate enough to rigorously follow them. I have remained unassaulted. Thank you.

Across the globe, natural disasters have sprung up at an alarming rate. In particular, as a Florida resident, the most prolific hurricane season in recorded history has spawned near-constant vigilance. Seemingly every week, a weather forecast will introduce a newly named storm. That begets the angst-laden ritual of hurricane tracking, and as necessary, the heightened anxiety of strike preparedness. In 2020, we were improbably bathed twice by Eta, but not catastrophically inundated. Thank you.

Humans continue to kill humans for unfathomable reasons. Not a day goes by without breaking news regarding one, or multiple, such incidents. My heart bleeds as each story is aired, even more so when the casualty belongs to an overly besieged demographic. Now, finally, there is growing recognition of the importance of the lives of an historically and systemically disadvantaged and victimized population group. Thank you.

Of course, we all have a unique collection of physical challenges, ailments, and stressors. Not surprising, my most prominent ones come courtesy of ALS. Each year, ALS inflicts physical pain on me. 2020 has been no exception.

The most notable example was a stubborn, never-say-die wound. What began as an abrasion quickly became an infected, pus-spewing, geyser of pain. An appointment with the physician resulted in antibiotics and at-home nursing attention.

Given the location of the sore and my inability to generate positional pressure relief, my care specialist predicted it would require an inpatient stay in order to heal. Despite her pessimism, she dutifully cleaned the wound and changed the dressing thrice weekly. After the better part of three months, it finally scabbed, closed, and generated new skin. An extended hospital stay was averted. Thank you.

2020 also has had the usual suspects of ALS-related choking incidents, cuts, scrapes, bumps, and bruises. But it also brought new friends, and reunions with foundational old ones. Along the way, I’ve become more patient, forgiving, and open-minded. I am more appreciative of, and charitable toward, others. Most importantly, I’ve drawn closer to God. In my estimation, I’ve emerged a better man. Thank you.

“Pain pays the income of each precious thing.” — William Shakespeare

“No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.” — Hebrews 12: 11

I am not a rock. Thank you.

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Rick is a 62-year-old man who was diagnosed with ALS in January 2007. Currently a resident of Southwest Florida, he has lived in four other metropolitan areas, but greater Chicagoland will always be “home.” Rick is a degreed engineer, spending his career in the medical device industry. He’s had the good fortune of extensive travel throughout the United States, Europe, Asia, and the Caribbean. He writes, in part, to be an ALS advocate. Additionally, it is his hope that his output will help dispel the myth that technical folk and digestible prose aren’t mutually exclusive.
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Rick is a 62-year-old man who was diagnosed with ALS in January 2007. Currently a resident of Southwest Florida, he has lived in four other metropolitan areas, but greater Chicagoland will always be “home.” Rick is a degreed engineer, spending his career in the medical device industry. He’s had the good fortune of extensive travel throughout the United States, Europe, Asia, and the Caribbean. He writes, in part, to be an ALS advocate. Additionally, it is his hope that his output will help dispel the myth that technical folk and digestible prose aren’t mutually exclusive.
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6 comments

  1. Debra Kaufman says:

    Thanks, Rick, for reminding me/us that there is always something to be thankful for, even in the most dire of circumstances. Hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

  2. Sonia says:

    Thank you, I love what your wrote.
    I am so grateful because i am able to read , and understand that
    Spiritual power of your message

    Happy thanksgiving
    Sonia

  3. Astrid says:

    Thank you Rick ( i Am from Holland) we do not have thanksgiving in Holland but we do have Christmas and i will remember your Words ,that there is always something to be thankfull for even now they told me i have ALS .it will be very difficult this Year but i have to try to make something positives of iT for all the wands i love i will try!!!’
    Thank you and hope you will have a wonderfull thanksgiffing!

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