This letter came to me last week, and I had to ask Kristen if I could post it. Read it and you’ll understand why.
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Confession: I feel super awkward writing to someone I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve ever done it, and I wish it didn’t have to be because of ALS, but here we go. ALS is making me do things I’ve never done before, and I’m not even the one who’s got it.
I’m Kristen, from Canada…living in England…with my German husband. At 40, he was diagnosed with ALS. Lower-limb onset. Slow progression. That was about a year and a half ago.
Most people can remember the exact day of diagnosis. I can’t. We had a 3-year-old and 6-month-old twins. I was so utterly sleep deprived that I can’t tell you anything about that day, other than I was convinced that my husband was absolutely fine, and didn’t even go to the doctor’s appointment with him. That’s how confident I felt that he was dealing with a quirky neurological situation, rather than a diagnosis with a “life expectancy” attached.
I hate that day, whenever it was. Read More>