ALS Sucks

My dad was an active person.  He worked in a warehouse labor position most of my life, other than owning his own lawn company for a few years.  We built my daughter a two story “tree house” on her Christmas break.  We built things, we made things. We might have measured once and cut 8 times but we got it done. It surely wasn’t pieces out of William Sonoma but they worked. He taught me how to use more power tools and do more handy work than more than most the men I know know how to do. He maintained a garden growing tomatoes and onions and lettuce, among other things once he retired.  He certainly was a doer. We just got past the holidays. We do a big production for Thanksgiving every year. Not this year. I was just so happy he got to see my new house and he got to eat my food. Same thing for Christmas. Im a big fan of big production everything. Not so much with him now. Everytime something comes up now, I think, this is dads last enter holiday, event, ect here ...

I hate ALS.  It is a horrific disease. Horrific. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, better known as ALS or Lou Gehrig’s disease, is a progressive and incurable motor neuron disease that leads to paralysis, the inability to swallow, respiratory failure and finally death, usually within three to five years from the onset of symptoms. But no case is the same. There is no “common” path or progression.  Majority don’t lose mind function.  You slowly become paralyzed and can’t move or communicate but still have full brain function. Full thought function. I can not think of a worse fate. As a thinker, as a doer, as an anything, I can’t think of a worse fate. My dad has ALS. My dad was diagnosed on August 21 st , 2017. It was confirmed on August 23 rd , 2017 via EMG. And reconfirmed on August 31 st by an ALS clinic. My dad helped me move my house in March of 2017. Him and I carried every heavy thing my husband, daughter and I own. By the time of his diagnosis, 5 months later, ...