Today, August 25, represents the two-year anniversary when we received Dennis's ALS diagnosis. Needless to say, when you get that particular diagnosis, that's exactly what it is: a death sentence. I knew it immediately when the doctor said "ALS" and asked us if we knew what it was. I did but Dennis didn't. When he mentioned "Lou Gehrig's disease" Dennis acknowledged that he had heard of the disease, but still didn't realize what had just been handed to us. This is one of those "pit days" that I have alluded to in previous posts. I know I'll get through it, but it still sits heavily on my mind. Two years ago, it was a Tuesday, so after receiving the diagnosis, we had to go to our regular Tuesday night pool match. Talk about a lack of concentration—pool didn't seem all that important any longer, not that it was ever "important" to begin with—just an activity we both enjoyed and something we could do together.
Not much else to say. I just had to get it out because I'm going to be dealing with it all day long. Things like this creep into my mind no matter what I do to discourage them from their intrusion. Shit...
You have many talents-one of those is your ability to express yourself on "paper". Thank you for sharing your thoughts with the world, reading your blog adds a special token to my day.
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