After going to the doctor in May 2007, thinking I had osteoarthritis in one finger, the dominoes fell and I found myself at a neurologist's office in October being told I had ALS. My progression was slow the first two years (I think because I was diagnosed so early), but the pace picked up in early 2010. I retired in May from a job I loved and now spend my time writing, reading, and enjoying my new, quiet lifestyle. My family and friends are being strong and supportive--some better than others. This is a race I did not plan to run and certainly didn't train for...
but I know how to dig deep and push through to the finish line. Louise (the name I have given this dread disease) may have stopped me from running but she has not stopped me from being a runner.
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Nov 14, 2007
Jun 29, 2011