Immediately upon being diagnosed with ALS, I heard from doctors, support groups, books, and websites that this disease will steal my dignity. I wanted to be on guard against this, but there was a problem: I didn’t have a clear understanding of what dignity means. It was always just a collage of images: Dame Judi … Continue reading How To Pee From A Sling With Dignity
Category: Identity
Hands: Part 2
As long as I’m listing what I miss using my hands for, I might as well ramble on a bit more. I miss the responsibility my hands gave me. I miss choosing fruit at the farmer’s market: laying a smooth, firm tomato in my hand, rubbing my thumb over the amber fuzz of a peach, … Continue reading Hands: Part 2
Protected: The Little Mermaid Lied
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Cathedrals: On Losing My Voice
"In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.” ― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
A Wind in the Door
Only two more days until my Tobii Dynavox comes. I cannot wrap my head around this. I'm getting back the ability to text and talk on the phone. I will be able to write emails and blog posts at a more normal pace (right now, my fingers are a total mess, so I type like … Continue reading A Wind in the Door
The Opera and Mosquitoes
This morning I tried to buy opera tickets as a surprise for Evan (he is a major fan), and all accessible seats were sold out. I know it's not the end of the world, or even cause for tears. Operas are clearly a luxury. Still, incidents like this chip away at my loved ones' assurances … Continue reading The Opera and Mosquitoes
Wheels
My enunciation is getting rough. The letter "s" is my particular nemesis. I slur and lisp so badly, I have stopped using plural forms, and I avoid contractions. This afternoon, though, my sloppy "s" saved the day. By 4:00, it felt like everything that could go wrong had already happened. A scheduling error left me … Continue reading Wheels
A Pashmina For My Appendix
Today I bought shoes for the first time since my diagnosis. It was also the first time I bought shoes I would not actually wear for walking. My new sandals will just serve as a barrier between the soles of my feet and my wheelchair's foot plates. No more worries about arch support or gaping … Continue reading A Pashmina For My Appendix
Welcome to the Helicarrier
Warning: Excessive Marvel references ahead. This is not the story I wanted to write today. I planned on sharing something emotional and joyful. It was going to be a bigger piece, and I looked forward to a long stretch of appointment-free hours to get it done. However, ALS doesn't care about plans. Like Loki in … Continue reading Welcome to the Helicarrier
Far From FDR
Lately, I've been worrying a lot about my identity. So much is changing at what feels like breakneck speed. My body in particular is alien to me. I swing between thinking I am an ALS research guinea pig, a robot incorporating new mechanisms to extend the life of what is clearly a junker, or, most … Continue reading Far From FDR
How I Live Now: Life With ALS 