Facing Uncertainty in Life With ALS

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by Kristin Neva |

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Life is unpredictable. People get in car accidents. They have heart attacks. Tornadoes strike. I recently saw a viral video in which a rabid bobcat attacked a woman outside her home. We never really know what will happen next, and yet, we humans usually live with optimism for the future.

I appreciate when people ask how my husband, Todd, is doing.

I usually reply, “He’s hanging in there.” He’s had ALS going on 11 years now.

People sometimes continue the conversation, asking, “Has his health stabilized?”

The asker will look at me expectantly, as though waiting for me to answer in the affirmative, but the answer to that question is always no. People seem taken aback when they hear that Todd’s health continues to decline. My reply doesn’t fit the usual social script of positivity.

I understand because I find myself doing the same thing. When I ask someone how things are going, I hope for a good report of recovery or improvement. I want people to beat the odds. Given what we’ve been through, I could even celebrate someone holding steady.

Last week, I was cleaning the house when Todd’s shower aide came to get me. “Todd needs your help,” she said.

I went to the bathroom, and Todd told me he needed my help coughing. He reclined his wheelchair back, and I got the mucus up with a number of manual assist coughs.

The aide’s eyes widened. “That’s scary,” she said.

I shrugged. “We do this at least once a week.” It’s become the new normal, if you can call living in the ALS war zone normal.

The aide continued getting him ready for his shower, and I went back to the housework.

Ten minutes later she came to fetch me again. “Todd’s having trouble breathing.” There was panic in her voice this time.

I ran to the bathroom. Todd was in his shower chair, and he was having trouble catching his breath. Sometimes his lungs just keep filling up.

This time I administered abdominal thrusts with more urgency, my stress level high as I internalized the distressed expression on his face. I pushed so hard that the shower chair moved with each press, even with the wheels locked. I did more compressions with a foot behind one wheel, and the aide helped by holding the other side of the chair in place.

The mucus finally came out.

The aide again commented, “That’s scary.”

Agreed. And we’ve been living with these life-threatening events for several years.

With a track record of getting through these crises, it has become somewhat less scary, but there’s always stress and uncertainty now that Todd can’t cough on his own. Thus far I’ve been able to clear his lungs, but I don’t know how long we’ll be in this stage before things worsen.

We try to live day by day, but it’s not easy when we know the future will be harder.

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Brian Stanfield avatar

Brian Stanfield

Praying for you Kristin, Todd and Neva family & friends.

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