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Category Archives: ALS
LIVING WITH ALS – My Thorn . . .
The ALS hours In the Early morning hour I sit alone quietLy. Hoping, praying I hear your voice. I sit alone . . . And pray and . . . Wait.. Now and then, a tear runs down my cheek … Continue reading
LIVING WITH ALS
It’s stressful to see what’s ahead for me. ALS can be … … … rather, it usually is … a nightmare. My anxiety really began to grow when I understood more of what’s ahead for me. Mostly, I buried my … Continue reading
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FLATLINED – – – out of my body
She came into my room ‘just to see how I was doing’, she told me. I didn’t recognize her . . . not at first. That is, until Skip opened the door, and said “there you are … finally … … Continue reading