How ALS - Lou Gehrig's Disease Changed My Life

Everybody always asks the same questions: First,romantic, I thought at the time. What would I do
they want to know how I got it. Then they wantif I were told I only had a few months to live? I
to know what can cure it. And the hardestalways carried a list around in my head: I would
question of all: "When did you first noticesee the places I have never seen, like Austria,
something was very wrong?" Just four yearsGermany, the South Pacific, the Andes. I would
ago, I was riding my bicycle all around New Yorkgo back to places I have already been, and loved:
City, working out regularly, actively socializing,Ireland, England, Scotland, Japan, the Caribbean. I
making art, crafting, and teaching Spanish andwould somehow get Herman's Hermits back
French in a high school in the inner-citytogether to sing for me. I would have lunch with
neighborhood of East Harlem. Now I am confinedYoko Ono. When I came back down to earth, my
to a motorized wheelchair, and need help dressinglist also came earthbound: write the book that has
and showering. I can no longer speak, not in mybeen in my head for years, finish collages and
own voice anyway. I use an augmentativemixed-media projects that sit unfinished in my
communication device, an "aug-comm", to speak. Icloset, live in Manhattan, do something to improve
type out the words, which are then "spoken" bythe world, finish my family tree. The problem is
a female voice that is clear, if a bit robotic.that most of us learn our time is short when we
I answer these questions honestly because I don'tare too weak to do anything, or die suddenly. In
have time to play games; ALS is a fatal disease.my case, I tire easily, and medical expenses have
And that answers the second question: there isdepleted my finances. I can't afford a trip around
no cure. Aside from one medication that isthe world. However, I am blessed with hands that
supposed to slow progression, I take pills tocan still work a keyboard, and the doctors tell me
relieve symptoms, which include stiffness, painfulmy disease is progressing rather slowly. I have
muscle spasms, depression, and "emotional lability",been living with ALS for three years and although
the name for sometimes-embarrassing episodesevery day is a gift, I have no time to waste. I
of uncontrollable crying or laughing. How did I getmove very slowly these days, but yet I have to
this? Theories include exposure to environmentalmove quickly.
chemicals, a virus, or even stress. WhenBut a slowed-down pace has afforded me new
researchers determine the cause, they will beopportunity. Listening was not one of my stronger
closer to a cure. As to when I noticed somethingassets; my mouth was always going. I actually let
was wrong, well, that is complicated. When did itother people talk now. I have slowed down and
all start? Was it when I fell from a chair I wasstop to observe, to watch and yes, to smell the
standing on, while changing the bulletin boardflowers. Now that I can no longer chew and
outside my classroom? Several months later, Iswallow the way I used to, I have become much
could hardly get through a meal without coughing,more creative with food. If it can be pureed,
seemed to have an asthma attack after everyblended or liquefied, I can "eat" it. I sit and think
workout, could hardly get myself up from a chair,and write (or, in my case, type). I keep an online
tripped or fell every day, and slurred my speechjournal, a blog, and I have a loyal readership.
like a skid-row drunk. This wasn't stress orThere is a lot that ALS has not changed. I am still
pre-menopause. I went to the experts, and thethe same person inside. The one thing ALS spares
prognosis was grim. Most ALS patients die withinis the intellect, and mine is still there. I remain a
two to five years after onset of symptoms,lifelong learner and I still love to read, argue
some sooner, some later. My clock was tickingpolitics, do word puzzles, and watch television and
and my dreams died.good films. ALS has taken away my ability to
To say that ALS/Lou Gehrig's Disease hasspeak, but not my voice. Always independent, I
changed my life is an understatement of epichave had to learn to accept help. It is true that
proportions. Sure, a lot of the changes are"you find out who your friends are" when you go
obvious. But some are very subtle, only noticeablethrough an illness like this. Many people I took for
if you knew me before ALS, before thisgranted have fallen off the radar. But I have a
progressive and fatal neurological illness began tocircle of special people around me now, who are
systematically kill my motor neurons. Eventuallyokay with seeing me in a wheelchair, or listening
my diaphragm muscles will weaken to the pointto my new robotic voice. They don't feel guilty
where I will no longer be able to breathe on mychomping on steak or ribs, while I drink a yogurt
own. I want to do some things I put off forsmoothie or a meal-replacement shake. They
"someday", because I thought tomorrow wouldhave patience, because everything I do is in slow
always be there for me. We all do. "Don't put offmotion. "Life is too short" has taken on a whole
until tomorrow what you can do today". I onlynew meaning for me. I have a different
have today; I don't know how many tomorrowsperspective now, and sometimes it almost feels
will be there for me. Does anyone really everas if I have a different set of eyes, because I
know?see things I never saw before. Or maybe I never
Years ago I worked with a man who got a grimslowed down long enough to observe, to take it
diagnosis; it was 1986 and he found out he hadall in. ALS took away some of my abilities but
AIDS. In those days, AIDS was a death sentence.gave me new outlets for expression. I guess that
While he still had some strength, he decided tois why I am writing -- something I was going to
cash in all his assets and take a trip around thedo some day. Someday is here, someday is now.
world. He did it and then came home to die. How