ALS Awareness Month 2021

May is ALS Awareness Month. It is also Mental Health Awareness Month.


You might think the two don’t go together, but you would be wrong. An ALS diagnosis is a mental health crisis not only for the person diagnosed, but also for their loved ones. Depression and anxiety, anticipatory grief, helplessness and hopelessness can lead to suicide, and not the physician-assisted kind. It can lead to physical, emotional, mental and financial abuse not only to the patient, but from the patient to their loved ones. In some people with ALS, those behaviors were already there but are now exacerbated. Other people with ALS develop Frontal Temporal Lobe Dementia (FTD), which causes extreme paranoia, hallucinations, a break from reality, loss of memory.
And when the patient has died, their loved ones are left not only with grief, but often complicated grief and post-traumatic stress disorder, both of which are often overlooked and labeled as “grief” but left untreated can lead to extreme anxiety, depression, isolation, self-abuse, drug and alcohol abuse and suicide.
To the medical community: ALS patients and their loved ones need mental health care, not just medication for anxiety and depression.
To the ALS community: Fight for what you need. Yes, medication may be necessary, but therapy and spiritual counseling are also important.
To my fellow widows/widowers: We know this. We continue to fight the dragon every single day, no matter how many years it has been. Talk to someone. Reach out. We have to help each other because no one else can possibly understand – and we hope they never will.

Our Stories

For this year's ALS Awareness Month, I have been sharing the stories of the widows of ALS.

This is my story.

It was the fall of 1997. 
I had recently broken up with my first girlfriend and moved into my own apartment. 
I had internet for the first time, and joined a couple of AOL chat rooms for lesbians. 
Mary and I, along with about 5 other women, were the first ones ever in that chat room. 
We called ourselves the OPG, or the Original Parlor Girls. 
I struck up a relationship with one of those women who happened to live in British Columbia. 
When I flew up from LA to meet her, I had a stopover in Seattle. 
Mary and two other OPGs met me at the airport during my layover. 
Mary and I continued to develop our friendship online and over the phone for the next few years, 
until we lost touch. 

Fast forward to spring of 2003. 
I was planning a trip to Scotland, when out of the blue I received an email from Mary. 
We restarted our friendship right where we left off. 
She was living in England so we chatted mostly by text and long phone calls.
By November 2003, we realized we were in love and started to plan her return stateside.

On December 26, 2003 I picked her and all of her belongings up at LAX.
We were married in the church on June 19, 2004. It wasn't legal yet, but it was real.
We were broke. I had debt. She had fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis.
We were soulmates.
Somehow we saved each other from our pasts. We started to build a future lifetime.
She was quickly a part of my family: my kids, my parents, my brothers all welcomed her.

In 2012 she started to have symptoms that her rheumatologist couldn't explain.
A year of neurology visits and testing later, in Dec 2013. she was diagnosed.
ALS. 
The doctor told us over the phone on Friday night, and said "I'm sorry".

By January 2014, she had fallen several times and nearly blacked out, unable to breathe.
We had our first fight ever. About ALS. About what she wanted.
She started using a BiPap machine and was on it 24/7 in March.
She got her feeding tube in April. By May she was in a wheelchair full-time.
The doctors started asking he to decide if she wanted a tracheotomy with ventilation.
She wouldn't decide.
July 2014 was the last time she left the house for anything but doctor appointments.
By August all of her nutrition was through her feeding tube.

She hid her progression from anyone who called. "I'm doing great!" she would say.
She was completely paralyzed, except for her right foot and her speech.

February 2015, she went to the emergency room 4 times for "deep suctioning". 
She was diagnosed with bronchitis, and panicked.
She decided to be trached and ventilated on February 19, 2015. 
It was my worst fear. I knew it wouldn't go well.
She wanted to live until there was a cure. I knew she wouldn't be able to.
We were home for two weeks, and I was taking care of her alone. I broke down.
On March 19, we were back in the ER. Urinary Tract Infection. I made them keep her for placement.

I visited her every day. I got phone calls almost every night.
She wanted to live until she had no more joy.
I interpreted between her and the staff because they couldn't read lips.
Sometimes she didn't make any sense. She was diagnosed with FTD in June 2015.
She was still in the hospital. None of the 9 facilities in Oregon who
took people on ventilators would take someone with her level of care.

Infections. Concerns about her heart. Anxiety. Dementia. Hallucinations. Fear.
In October 2015, I knew it was time. 
I talked to the doctors about removing her from the ventilator.

A week later, while the doctor and nurse and I were in her room, she said "I'm ready to die."
When I asked her when, she replied, "now?"
I told her I needed two weeks. How about Halloween? She smiled.
She didn't know it was already planned. That was the first lucid moment she'd had in months.

My family and three closest friends came. We had a beautiful ceremony to say goodbye.
Then she was gone.
My wifey, the love of my lives, mo croidhe, was gone.

Guest Author: Nikki Slaght

I “met" Ed in 2000. I had just come back from living in the UK to be with my dad
who had been battling cancer.
I had left at the onset of his disease, and he called me in Nov 99 to let me know
of progression of the cancer and the doctors pretty much said they really couldn’t do much more.
I arrived back in Oz New Year’s Eve and settled into a pattern of hanging with dad,
working and settling back into life in Australia.
As dad’s condition deteriorated we stayed inside more and more.
And the internet was just staring to be a thing!
MSN had opened chat rooms and I would spend time interacting with people there.
One of the rooms was a trivial pursuit room.
Ed was one of the regulars.
We started chatting and we looked forward to “seeing" each other online.
After my dad died I decided to travel again,
and was in the middle of planning a US visit.
Other people in the group I had made friends with along side Ed offered me accommodation,
which I gladly took up their offers.
When I first got to WA Ed and I hit it off
and we spent a wonderful week exploring parts of Washington.
I then continued my travels around the US,
returning to WA a few times before finally flying home.
The next April Ed came to Australia to visit and we had fun seeing the sights
of Vic and spending a long weekend In Sydney.
Ed loved Australia, he had been there a couple of times
when he was in the navy and always wanted to go back.
Just before he left to come back to WA we decided I would come over in the summer
and see where life would take us. August 26th 03 we got married.
I had to go back to Oz to sort out my affairs, quit my job and pack my crap.
By Nov I was back and settled into life in small town USA.
I was waiting for a green card and started volunteering at the senior center and where I work now.
We had plans to stay here for another couple of years before moving to Oz.
A little person changed all that! Avery was born early 05. So we decided in 2015 we would move.
Life was as expected, ups and downs. But on the whole good.
We had our little family, we had a vacation each year, we had good friends and jobs
and were looking forward to the future.
In 2015 all that changed with a cancer diagnosis for Ed.
It was scary thinking of where that would lead us, but the doctor was very optimistic
that Ed would be ok. And he was!
A year down the track and life once again was turned upside down.
Ed was diagnosed with ALS and all plans were ceased.
The only plans we had were to make sure Ed was safe and comfortable
and could participate in his life for as long as he could.
We spent 20 yrs sharing our lives. It’s hard to comprehend that it’s over.
ALS Will guarantee you a future without your spouse.

Below is an org dedicated to checking charities so you can see where your money goes to.
https://give.org/home
ALS research needs funding and exposure. It needs FDA approval. 
It needs cooperation and collaboration from pharmaceutical companies.
People with ALS need fast tracking SSI support.
They need carers with knowledge on how to care for someone with ALS.
They need EMTs and ER doctors trained in correct respiratory support for people who have ALS.
People with ALS need a cure.

Guest Author: Jamie Cindia Bolek

May 1st began ALS awareness month. 
Coincidentally, May 1st was also my 46 year old husband’s funeral. 
ALS took him just 1 and 1/2 short years after his diagnosis. 
He left behind a 7 year old son and 14 year old daughter, along with myself, his wife and caregiver. 
My husband died fighting to breathe, even with a ventilator, 
while we could only watch and try to comfort him that an ambulance was arriving soon to help. 
As terrible as this was, Scott is considered one of the lucky ones in this ALS nightmare. 
Scott could still talk and swallow. 
He still had enough core strength to allow him to sit in a power wheelchair daily and eat. 
All of these things are stripped from ALS patients as the disease progresses. 
Only their brain is left unscathed housed in a body that they have no control over. 
That is my definition of hell on earth after seeing it firsthand.
Any one of us could wake up tomorrow and start exhibiting symptoms of ALS 
because we don’t even know what causes it!! 
Every 90 minutes someone new is diagnosed with ALS. 
They are children, twenty somethings, moms, dads, brothers, and sisters. 
Over 30,000 people in the US have ALS and all of those 30,000 will die. It is 100 percent fatal. 
I am so impressed by what our country is doing for a virus that has a 1-5 percent fatality rate. 
Meds are being fast tracked, research is being done, and action is being taken...fast. 
My hope is for those same efforts to be used to learn about and fight ALS. 
There are drugs that have been stuck in clinical trials for years that are 
showing great promise in slowing the progression of ALS and in some cases reversing it (Nurown). 
We need to fast track these and approve the right to try for these terminal patients. 
What do they have to lose? Giving ALS patients this small bit of hope will do wonders.
I had no idea what ALS even was until my husband was diagnosed and given his death sentence. 
Sharing my family’s story brings the hurt to the surface again but 
I hope that this will be shared over and over and awareness will be raised and action will be taken. 
I don’t want others to have to endure what my family has❤️

Guest Author: Mary Jane Strandberg

Our start...our finish...we had a good marriage. Certainly had our ups and downs. 
So many blessed memories. He was a good man. I will always love him. 
He was taken away from me too early. Initially, I tried to block out 
my life with him to ease the void, but I couldn't 
Now, all I have are the beautiful memories we shared. You never move on, but you move forward. 
That second pic was the day he passed away..FUCK ALS! 

Guest Author: Diane Burt Muldoon

My love and I met in graduate school, in Miami, Florida where we lived for 20 years..  
There was an immediate connection. He was from Ireland and I was from Arizona.
His brother, a priest married us..My sister whispered that he was too bossy.
His sister whispered that I was too bossy..
Guess that is what it takes for a love affair of 36 years.
We adopted two children
He was an athlete.  He was a lover.  He was a musician.  He was a computer programmer
He was a social worker. He was a champion tennis player. He was a great family man. He was the
organizer of the Irish music band in Charlotte.He was a giver. He was a gardener. 
He was always concerned about my health as I drank wine and ate chocolate.
He ate lettuce and drank water. ...just sayin....I am still here and he is not...

One day he came home from a tennis tournament annoyed.
He said that something was wrong with his foot and the opponents in tennis were
hitting the ball right toward him, so he would not have to run for it..
He retired in February and was diagnosed in May. He died 22 months later of ALS.
This was the beginning of change to our home.
His hospital bed went into my former office and I had to retire.
My son and his wife were arrested for drugs giving us 3 young children to raise
His birthday was in November, He could not eat, but he surely loved the cake
and the children. They used to do range of motion with his legs.
Five months later at Easter was the end...He had told me that he would be dying soon,
but I did not believe it.  Two days after this picture, he was dead.
Our lives would never be the same.  He was 70.
Just writing this grieves me so. 9 months after his diagnosis
while he was paralyzed in the bed, my mother fell out of her wheelchair 
and broke her neck.
I am now five years out.  It was still difficult to write this post.
It is ALS month and I just felt I had to..I am glad I did
I loved him so.

Guest Author: Nell McMahon Hayes

My heart was soaring when I met my sweet John, it was as if we were meeting up again, 
and we rejoiced in our paths crossing and then intertwining our love....
in step with each other, it was so effortless and it was a deep and abiding love, 
filled with admiration, loyalty, honor, respect and heart-stopping attraction. 
This amazing man chose me, (still slays me) he took on being a devoted father 
to my two little boys. Embraced fatherhood, sleeves rolled up, and with gusto, 
created a home and planned/embraced fun-kid friendly adventures and travel. 
Rolling on the floor, field, playground etc......
He, with his steadfast kind blue eyes and open heart became a favorite to all of my family, 
deeply respected by everyone of my friends and yes his as well......
he had the ability to find the laughter and the light and share it.....
We were blessed to have a little girl together. We lived and loved and 
supported each other through the ups and downs of life....
He gave me the gift of believing in my goodness and I always wanted to be better for him.......
Always wanted for him to be him because he was stellar......I miss him

Guest Author: Debbie Teevens Caswell

Jamie was my true love...❤️ my breath of fresh air... my best friend... 
I came to believe in love again four years after separating from my first husband 
it is so unfair that Jamie, who gave so much of himself to others had to suffer such a monstrous hell. 
We first met in 2007 and were friends in Scouting until we started dating in 2012. 
He was diagnosed in April 2016 at the age of 52 and passed away Sept. 2017. 
He persevered this evil for a short 2 years, but ALS threw everything at him. 
His suffering was immeasurable and yet he persevered and maintained hope and 
hung on until the beast had its way. As it does to every person inflicted...? 
We had so much in common in our love for Scouting and travel and nature... 
he was so funny, silly, loving and cared for everyone. 
We had dreams for our future, our retirement - he longed to be a grandfather. 
He would have been an amazing grandfather, but that was not to be. 
He suffered and held on for his mother, whom he did not want to have to face losing another child. 
He suffered and held on for his kids and mine, wanting to be there for them. 
He suffered and held on so that we could be married, June 17, 2017. And then he let go. 
The suffering was too much. I will be forever proud to be his wife, 
to be part of his beautiful family whom I have come to love so very much. 
He is my forever love, my forever husband. Miss him so very much.