tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6872332137552542152024-03-04T20:54:28.970-08:00The naked valet or life as a Lou Gherig's spousePaulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-56988107913281938882018-02-15T09:06:00.000-08:002019-05-03T04:08:20.096-07:00He wasn't having fun anymore.<br />
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Patrick L. Boyd -September 9, 1952-. February 13, 2018<br />
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Pat was born in the heart of America in Keokuk Iowa, a small town located on the banks of the Mississippi River . He always told his wife, Paula Hanninen, that "the best sailors come from the Midwest." Pat lived an American Life. He was a paperboy for the Keokuk paper, an Altar Boy at St. Mary's Catholic Church in Keokuk and a Boy Scout Troop 36 , Keokuk Iowa on the Mighty Mississipp. He learned to water ski on that same river and snuck into the Armory at night to play in the National Guard tanks. Overall, he was a pretty good kid, but just bad enough to be interesting.<br />
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Pat had a love of classical music and wooed his wife with Gregorian Chants and Copland's Appalachian Spring during their time together at Ole Miss from which he received his B.A. in 1976. He and Paula married three weeks later. <br />
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A patriot, Pat served his country as a Cold Warrior in the United States Navy for seven years, first as a Surface Warfare Officer, and then in Naval Intelligence. <br />
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After his time in the service, Pat worked as a Cable Laying Specialist for what was then AT&T's SOSUS group, based out of the Guilford Center, which is what brought him and his growing family to Alamance County. Finally heeding Paula's pleas for help with raising their four rambunctious daughters, in order to stay home, Pat co-founded Carolina Eye Prosthetics in l987. He served with love and gratitude his many patients, who found his low key approach and willingness to listen a great help to them as they navigated their own health crises. <br />
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Knowing that others helped him during his youth, Pat had a special interest in helping other young people. While watching the Western Alamance Junior Naval ROTC march in the Graham Christmas Parade one year, Pat decided they needed a boat, and started the first public high school sailing program in the state. Pat served as a Sunday School teacher with the toddlers and then later taught them as adolescents at the Episcopal Church of the Holy Comforter. <br />
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Never one to seek the limelight, Pat preferred to work behind the scenes, serving as a mentor to many young people, doing the work that had to be done on church committees and taking care of the household while Paula had to take care of her parents. <br />
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While no one in their right mind would call him an athlete, Pat was an excellent horseman, great at waterskiing and could shoot a squirrel for supper, which Paula tried and then rejected. He was also a craftsman, building most of the furniture in their home and two saunas for Paula. He designed and built two homes and restored a 33 ft. yacht on which the family sailed the Potomac River. <br />
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In 2012, following nearly three years of medical weirdness, Pat was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis. His biggest concern, other than who was going to maintain his beard (which Paula did very well) was he wanted to be brave for his grandchildren as an example. We can all attest that he did his last task quite well. He kept his sense of humor, quiet grace and no-nonsense approach until the end.<br />
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Pat leaves his wife, four daughters, and their families: Emma Lee Boyd Nadolski, (Pat), Maddietate, Little Pat and Will. Anna Boyd Jefferson, (Michael) Harry and Bob. Clare McAndrew Martin, (Archie), Dougielou and Emmett; and Laina Boyd Ramey, (Travis), Lillymae and Maggie.<br />
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Pat's father, Bill Boyd and stepmother Maryann, survive as well has his sister, Julee Hooper and brother Nick Boyd.<br />
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Pat was predeceased by his granddaughter, Elizabeth Clare ; his mother, Emalee; and his brother, Kim. <br />
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We, who are sad, would like to thank everyone who made a difference; Dr. Richard Bedlack and his bevy of beauties at the Duke ALS clinic, Pat's nursing teams from Bayada and Private Duty Nursing, The Durham Veteran's Administration Home Health team, Dr. Scott Bennet and his gang at the AENT and the many many people who kept in contact when we were overwhelmed with life and too fraught to think. <br />
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Thank you all. <br />
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-4136489508293631492017-06-26T06:39:00.000-07:002017-06-26T06:39:05.884-07:00an other imposed zen sort of lifeOne of our children is very frustrated with me because whenever she asks me how I'm doing, I always say fine or I'm happy, because <i>right then</i> I am. ALS is one of those diseases that forces us to live in the now. <br />
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This morning, we had one of those lovely "ALS Moments" which had followed a similarly lovely "ALS weekend". And both involved the toilet. At one point, I was with Pat while he was on the throne and I had to ask him, "Do you want me to call the girls?" It was that bad. But we got through it and now he's all good, and so I'M HAPPY. Because <i>now </i>he's better and the nurse (who had been late) is here and everything is fine again. For <i>now.</i><br />
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And to be honest, my main concern this morning was<br /><i>Please, please...don't die on the toilet like Elvis....</i><br />
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-57883569389645438932017-05-25T06:36:00.003-07:002017-05-25T16:06:26.101-07:00This wasn't supposed to happenThis is the Blog post I never thought I would write.<br />
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Today, Pat's outlived his prognosis by one day. When he was diagnosed on May 24, 2012 the rule of thumb was he would live between 2-5 years. Now he's at<i> Five Years</i> and one day. He has outlived his handicap sticker, three sets of battery vents, two vans, two speech machines, two nursing agencies and a dog. He's a tenacious son of a gun.<br />
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This is not true of everyone We know of those who died well within those parameters. This is a tough disease. ALS is hard on everyone. We know medical professionals who have either quit or are planning on it because they can't stand all the deaths of wonderful people they've grown to know.<br />
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Of course, we've had help, I cannot stress enough how important the Duke ALS clinic with Dr. Bedlack and his gang have been. The Durham VA Hospital comes through every time and their care for Pat has been phenomenal. Duke University Hospital and our local people, Drs. Bennett and McQueen at Alamance Eye Nose and Throat go above and beyond when we need them. The Bayada Nursing team got us off to a great start and we're looking forward to working with Full Coverage Private Duty Nursing now.<br />
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Since Pat has been diagnosed our grandchildren have also gone through changes. The oldest went from elementary school to worrying about college choices. And we have three newbies who came down to stay and be loved.<br />
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Don't pity us. We are here, still plugging away because of the choices we made. Compassion,yes- such as you would have for any fellow creature of God - but don't pity us. We have a wonderful life. As Ann Landers used to ask, " are you better off with him or without?" Everyday, my answer is "WITH!" and every day, I silently thank Pat for waking up. <br />
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Here's who we were at the beginning of the rodeo. That baby in arms was born after the diagnosis.<br />
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And here's where we are now.<br />
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At the beginning of Lent I'd made promises to a couple of Facebook friends that I would pray for their familial situations. I did this via private message, taking to heart that bible verse about hypocrites praying on the street corners. Also, because I know my prayer record is less than stellar, I thought doing this via private message would get me off the hook when I invariably failed. Years ago, I'd even taken a "centering prayer" class and all I did was end up trying to remember the lyrics to RED RUBBER BALL-the curse of adult ADDism. </div>
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-2851919374382349552017-02-22T05:25:00.000-08:002017-02-22T05:25:26.189-08:00Who knew?No tumeric for Pat. It interacts with his diabetes medicine and damn near killed him....this is why self experimentation isn't always a good thing. Better days ahead.Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-83868990803849565972017-02-13T05:23:00.000-08:002017-02-13T05:25:21.426-08:00CReATE-ive Red hot Valentines<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZ2DIc2bnNYnEiiFKcAnYPJ8ETypqNcgRfw07XspzlO0DmGZz8O-2Zn_Z83KT6eIBbpeZGT8Cf2T-EfklML6CZE4uSyfM6YuyxAktoKfdmvzWpv0wnr8mir9EHMs2VxX6axXwASlyM0ax/s1600/Hell.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZ2DIc2bnNYnEiiFKcAnYPJ8ETypqNcgRfw07XspzlO0DmGZz8O-2Zn_Z83KT6eIBbpeZGT8Cf2T-EfklML6CZE4uSyfM6YuyxAktoKfdmvzWpv0wnr8mir9EHMs2VxX6axXwASlyM0ax/s320/Hell.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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Nah, this isn't going to be about love or romance but rather inflammation....One of the benefits of having a really terrible disease in the 21st century, is the plethora of information to be found on the interweb. The trick is to make sure you're getting good skinny rather than bad. Pat belongs to a group called CReATE. Here's the downlow on it embedded in an email.<br />
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-63794216284723273322017-02-11T06:25:00.001-08:002017-02-11T06:25:55.818-08:00A right restoredA while back during a video conference with our favorite Dapper Dan, Dr. Bedlack, he commented "you don't seem to mind self-experimentation." After laughing about that comment, we agreed. It's not like we going to cut off Pat's head and put it in a strudel pan, but at a certain point when one has this sort of disease, and there is no cure, and no real treatments, you're sort of willing to try anything. I mean, what's the worse that could happen???<br />
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So the news about the possible fast-tracking of the RIGHT TO TRY legislation is something that we can get excited about. This legislation means that people with terminal illnesses who have pretty short term stale dates can bypass the usual FDA's years long approval process and try drugs that demonstrate <i>potential</i> help. <br />
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I think those of us of a certain age (as the French say) remember those horrendous pictures of the Thalidomide babies in Life magazine, which is why the FDA has such rigorous testing. But for those families battling ALS and other diseases, this might be our only hope.<br />
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A couple of years ago, our state legislature approved CBD oil, which is a cannabis derivative. Pat uses a couple of snorts of that a day and between that and the other supplements he takes, his progression is pretty slow. <br />
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Life is a gamble, whether you're floating on a raft trying to escape a country that is in chaos or wanting to experiment with a partially tested drug. We're grown-ups, we know the risks. We want to try.<br />
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thalidomide<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-74522391279894786302017-01-08T11:38:00.000-08:002017-01-08T11:38:46.644-08:00The Mitford Sisters and Steve GleasonAwhile back I read the memoirs of one of the Mitford Sisters. They were those silly English girls with a father who used to chase <i>them instead of foxes </i>around the countryside on his horse (which could explain why some of them became either nazis or socialists.) In it, there was a discussion of changing the log fireplaces into gas heat or something like that. As the memoirist wrote, it marked the "end of the age of luxury and the beginning of the age of comfort."<br />
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Last week we watched GLEASON, the story of Steve Gleason, the New Orlean's Saints linebacker who is now in about the same stage of his ALS as Pat. We both cried because he and his wife are SO YOUNG..and they have a baby and it was not what either of them pictured for their life together. We had a chance to raise our girls and although Pat never hunted them through our pastures while riding his horse, we did have pretty good times, until the boys arrived and it mainly turned to worry. We're still having fun with the grandchildren, but we both know that this is the gravy on our lives.<br />
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Steve Gleason has started TEAM GLEASON with the motto NO WHITE FLAGS. This organization's task is to promote technology which Steve believes can replace many of the functions that nature has provided but ALS has removed from people.<br />
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We are big believers in this too, Pat's Permobile gets him around and the stairlift gets him to the upper levels of the house. He also is using a vent for breathing, a speech machine for talking, and a mechanical arm to help him eat his food and play wizard chess. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4xYxuLecdRp2hox8lEISKslCKN9nGZZZesndi6_tdUMFStcQ80gxBnX2GyYVtccgovpoojcFoAxi6EjjfjhPZ8Ei7yxshMwYv-YI1AO2VGiwTVVOz2BbuogSYID8F136zNiaVC6CH11Y/s1600/0102171644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4xYxuLecdRp2hox8lEISKslCKN9nGZZZesndi6_tdUMFStcQ80gxBnX2GyYVtccgovpoojcFoAxi6EjjfjhPZ8Ei7yxshMwYv-YI1AO2VGiwTVVOz2BbuogSYID8F136zNiaVC6CH11Y/s320/0102171644.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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Steve's Team Gleason is SO ADAMANT about this that when Medicare didn't provide word processing/internet capable speech devices for patients, his group stepped in, gave them away and made it possible for those people to communicate again. The GLEASON ACT, which corrected this, was named for him.<br />
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In the movie Steve and his wife struggle with the disease, caring for the son, reconciling with parents and trying to get this great organization started all the while Steve's condition is deteriorating. It is heartbreaking, but as much good work that they do together, from what I could see, they don't understand the importance of comfort. The movie is a relentless look at living with ALS and this is what takes me back to the Mitford girls. <br />
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The age of technology has replaced the age of comfort. Steve is a whiz at using his devices, his wife is a whiz at caring for him. They are a thoroughly modern couple but their bedroom needs an old fashioned hand to make it comfortable. I want to go down and help them organize their room to make it a safe, cozy place for them to visit at night when they are alone with the machines. I want to get Steve out of that hospital bed and into one of those platform beds that can help him sleep comfortably with his wife so that late at night they can lie down together, hold hands and pretend it is like it used to be. I want to get them nice dressers to hold all the trach supplies so they don't have to look at everything all the time and be constantly reminded of ALS. They have done so much for all of us who suffer with this. I want to do this for them. Because they could be our children and I want to help them.<br />
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https://www.tempurpedic.com/bases-and-foundations/<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-85919715169241686632016-11-19T07:34:00.001-08:002016-11-19T07:34:43.971-08:00fantastic families and where to find them.If you are at all familiar with anyone who has a pretty awful disease, you know that for anything to work right, you have to have lots and lots of support. Garrison Keillor, writing about his dad's final illness, said that for him NOT to have to go into a home, he needed all of his six children. That is about right. Dad had five children and it took all of us to get him through that last transition to the big grammarian in the sky.<br />
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We're incredibly lucky because we have our gang all within spitting distance. I can call and one of them will be here within a minute if I need them, but most importantly, they know WHAT is important. And they will figure everything out before surprising me with a great treat.<br />
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It took quite a coordinated effort because Pat was still pretty sick, but one bought the tickets and met me at the theater, and another one ran her children to a third one so she could run back to our house to sit with Pat while I was gone. It took 3/4 of our daughters, massive coordination and logisitics, but mission accomplished. Got to see the movie based on Harry Potter "apocrypha" as my sister, BB, calls it.<br />
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Here's the trailer.<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-80138352522512849912016-11-12T07:29:00.000-08:002016-11-12T07:29:36.613-08:00Macgyvering, not Reaganing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqghUsIGwxNExmeN8IE120SpIbWEioxyred3aUW4Z4XaBZjicMIKRs3tNGM5tzX12DRIq6VHIAR6Sl-ee_cYGWKC0-r6HZ_HKWENF4ixT_hLtfguJI-qU5BniNEsqHvAQ2bdEr-wwoNIKv/s1600/12932678_10156694232615333_3862646179889788875_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqghUsIGwxNExmeN8IE120SpIbWEioxyred3aUW4Z4XaBZjicMIKRs3tNGM5tzX12DRIq6VHIAR6Sl-ee_cYGWKC0-r6HZ_HKWENF4ixT_hLtfguJI-qU5BniNEsqHvAQ2bdEr-wwoNIKv/s400/12932678_10156694232615333_3862646179889788875_n.jpg" /></a><br />
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Recently Pat and I were invited to participate in a living with disabilities discussion with people smarter than we who will be inventing things to make people like us have better lives. They were Duke students of Professor Kevin Caves (he is the go to tech guy at the DUKE ALS clinic and what he doesn't know about technology isn't worth knowing).<br />
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We were asked beforehand about concerns. One of the questions was, what is the number one thing you'd like to be able to do now that you used to be able to do? I was stunned by Pat's answer. I thought it would be walk, drive, pick up a grandchild. No, his answer was "I want to pee in private."<br />
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There is something that you can buy on Amazon called a condom catheter, and it is exactly what it says. It is a condom, but instead of keeping dangerous bodily fluids in, it has a hole on the bottom that you attach to one of those bladders you put on the patients leg or hang from the bedside. While I shopped online, I noticed there are no SMALL sizes available. You can only get medium/large, which is a hoot. I guess since men in these positions can no longer compensate by driving silly cars and outrageous boats, the world has to give them this small consolation.<br />
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Now if you remember from a post awhile back, one of Pat's larger concerns when finding out he had a fatal illness that would destroy his muscles and render him an immovable body losing control of his life, was.."who is going to maintain my beard?" Although I, however am happy if I have clean underwear on when I get killed in a car wreck; I knew that strapping a bag of urine on his leg wasn't going to work for my stylish guy. <br />
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Again, Amazon came to the rescue. We found wine bags that hide the bladders quite nicely. Then the problem arose that because it wasn't attached to the leg, the urine backed up onto his chair, rendering my meticulous man, wet and stinky. AHA! pool noodles. I cut one of those styrofoam pool noodles in half creating a reasonable facsimile of a lower leg, wrap the bladder around it and hide it in the bag.<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-51072168984849574232016-11-07T05:25:00.000-08:002016-11-07T05:25:01.395-08:00Converse and Cub ScoutsAfter a pretty nervewracking Saturday, the grands returned on Sunday. Some of them came with fellow Cub Scouts to clean our yard. <br />
Pat, the geezer scout from <span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">Troop 36 , Keokuk Iowa on the Mighty Mississippi, was able to get out and thank them.</span><br />
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-17144263745157081762016-11-05T07:03:00.000-07:002016-11-05T07:04:52.482-07:00Little and big thingsIt started with my cold. I was as sick as I'd been in years (discounting my bout of food poisoning last winter). <br />
Then Pat caught it, and of course, with an ALS patient, nothing is simple. Yesterday afternoon was probably the scariest time we've had since the trach. Infection is the bugaboo of our lives, and when something takes hold that quickly and firmly, you just hold on and wait it out. Dr. Bedlack had told us Superman Christopher Reeves died from an infected bedsore. Germs are our kryptonite. We walk a thin line in our house. We have to attack infections quickly, but not use antibiotics so much that they are rendered useless. <br />
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On Facebook in November, there is a common thread. Many of my friends write thankfulness posts.<br />
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I"m thankful for big pharma. People love to hate them because you know, they are big and they make alot of money and don't seem to care. BUT BY GOLLY...without the extremely costly research, testing and marketing, I wouldn't have had the z-pac to give to Pat when he needed it. SO THANK YOU BIG PHARMA...you've made me a happy camper.<br />
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Here's another corporate shout out. Pampers, Huggies, and whoever else makes baby wipes. If you think about it, if we didn't have disposable wipes, we would have to use rags to clean up messes, wipe faces, etc. And that means more laundry, folding and all that other stuff I hate. So thank you Kimberly Clark, Proctor and Gamble and any other corporation that makes home health care easier.<br />
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What about cleaning supplies? Here's a big thank you to Clorox bleach spray. We can disinfect the bathroom sink in about five seconds...Plastic trash bags? We just tie them up, toss the stuff and don't have to worry about disinfecting the garbage cans. Plastic cups, plastic straws? use 'em toss 'em. Infection control is inversely proportional to landfill control, but in this case I DON'T CARE...<br />
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Thank you Permobile. When Pat went back to bed, Thor and I kept watch. I was reading THE IMMORTAL LIFE OF HENRIETTA LACKS but that chair is so comfortable, when I sit it in, I'm able to nap as easily as in any leather recliner. So I did.<br />
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Thank you to our girls. They took me seriously when I told them not to bring the grands around, but they knew enough to visit themselves. Clare brought me Kung Pao, Anna brought scotch and we watched a really terrible silly movie, Laina is bringing St. Paul's Barbque tonight. Emma gets a pass because there is sickness in her own family.<br />
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As Laina texted this morning, it was a dangerous Battle of the Boogers, but we are winning...<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-9674634165738715382016-10-30T06:28:00.001-07:002016-10-30T08:04:21.148-07:00Paper towels from hellIt's been too long since we last met. Lots of changes. Pat nearly died and lo and behold, just as the good people at Duke Hospital called for that code blue or whatever that is so scary, our Rector walked in. Proof that we are not alone...and not in that X files sort of way. <br />
Anyhoo, Pat was trached, our lives changed again and WE ARE STILL HERE!<br />
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The biggest change was the advent of the nurses, for which we are immensely grateful. I was drowning, due to Pat's deteriorating condition the summer of 2014. I had quit working but we were still tending the babies twice a week. I was about to lose my mind, then unbeknownst to us, we learned (following the procedure), the VA provides nurses for trached patients.<br />
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After a weeks stay at the Duke ICU, we came home to what seemed to be a MILLION PEOPLE IN OUR HOUSE...it was the welcoming/ check in committee from the nursing company and I just about slit my throat. Pat was useless. He sat at his dynovox and all he did was tell everyone (who were all women) how pretty they were and I was losing my mind. They were doing what they had to do and I was able to contain myself but MY GOD....They presented me with a HUGE ROLL of paper towels, telling me that now that they were here, in one of those bizarre insurance things, they would be providing us with enough paper towels (seemingly to encircle the globe twenty times over) so I wouldn't ever have to buy them again. It was a bizarre rendering of LETS MAKE A DEAL I traded my home to complete strangers, but I get a lifetime supply of really scratchy huge rolls of paper towels. The only thing missing was Don Pardo.<br />
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I'm waiting to hear from Sirius Black soon.<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-79297894630834899312014-03-14T04:43:00.001-07:002014-03-14T04:58:46.663-07:00All Pretense AsideTHE VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER is the third of CS Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia series. In it, one of the characters, the aptly named, Eustace Scrubb, is a vile little fellow. In Narnia, he becomes a dragon which is not all that great and with the help of Aslan, he endures a painful shedding of the tough scales to reveal the wonderful boy he really is at heart. <br />
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CS Lewis expands on that theme of shedding our mortal coils of pride, greed etc. in his book for adults, THE GREAT DIVORCE. Everyone has to face their behaviors or human side and cast them aside in order to reach heaven. If your possessions and personality give you comfort on earth, it's hard to let go. Some can't do it and remain locked forever in a grey purgatory.<br />
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I've been pretty lucky. I've taken care of three people as they learned to cast off their mortal coils. My parents and now, my husband. I've watched them come to an understanding that they have a stale date, as yet unknown for Pat, but it is there. And I've REALLY been lucky because in all cases, it's been an easy road for me.<br />
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My father was, like many people, a complicated man with many layers and for so many years, not that easy to get along with. When he got his stale date on the anniversary of Mom's death, his shedding of his dragon hide began immediately. His layers peeled away as he sat on our front porch, prayed and thought through his life. He went through his self examination with a fine tooth comb that only a Lutheran PK could manipulate and at the end, revealed himself to be the sweet man we all suspected was there. It made my job easier as his caregiver because he appreciated everything that was done for him, and although there may have been some regrets he couldn't get to that place while he was still able bodied, I think we were all grateful we got there at last.<br />
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In the God Squad column this week, Rabbi Marc Gellman addresses this issue of what to do when your caregiveree isn't that wonderful. I hope I'm like Dad when it's my turn to be on the receiving end and not that lady.<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-13363136838823451482014-03-05T09:45:00.001-08:002014-03-05T09:47:50.977-08:00We Shall ReturnThe last big trip we made before we got the diagnosis was to my birthplace, Memphis, with the family newlyweds.We stayed at the Peabody, had cocktails in the lobby while watching the ducks parade around and then suppered at the Rendezvous just down the alley, past the dumpster. We almost didn't make it though. It was around this time of year and a spring storm chose the Memphis airport to be the tunnel for the front that was coming through. It was the rockiest landing Pat said he'd ever endured and with his business international travels, he'd made quite a few landings in suspect weather. We looked at each other and said, "Well, if this is it, then we're good to go." and held hands. I felt a little sorry for our daughter and her new husband, because they were going to miss out on the marriage rollercoaster, but it turns out, they didn't even miss out on the ribs.<br />
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Before Pat got so sick, I used to pray he would just get happy; be content with his life and not work so hard that he could barely move at night. I didn't want him to get ALS, but after the initial horror of it all, he has become happy; happier than I have ever known him. He enjoys sitting around with me, watching the grands parade through the house and planning the next book he's going to read.<br />
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There was an article in the paper awhile back about a woman who after being diagnosed with a terminal illness (I'm thinking it was stage 4 cancer) became happy for the first time in her life. The woman in the article asks, "why did I have to be threatened with death to become happy?" It turns out this is not an unusual phenomenon.<br />
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For those of us familiar with the TV show HOUSE, you may remember the episode where the crippled curmudgeon tries to expose the happy cancer kids for the frauds they are. Of course, it didn't work. They really were happy. Not happy to be sick, but happy children who happened to have that horrible sword dangling overhead. <br />
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Today is Ash Wednesday, the day that we who go to liturgical churches are smeared with oily palm ashes and reminded that "we are dust and to dust we will return." I'm wondering if this liturgy about death is really to get our tushies in gear and to make us remember to live.<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-47894047052691183892014-02-25T05:32:00.001-08:002014-02-25T05:32:44.967-08:00Only in America......would a two person household be SO DISTRESSED at the prospect of living with one bathroom for two months. We are starting a small renovation to make our master bath ADA compliant and therefore have to SHARE!!!!!!<br />
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-40397167824518662962014-02-13T16:15:00.001-08:002014-02-13T16:15:32.527-08:00The Best Laid Plans.....of mice and men oft go astray.<br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-24200810668477262862014-02-12T07:16:00.002-08:002014-02-12T07:16:49.222-08:00A NON-DOWNER postPat told me last night that my upper arms were getting buff from all the heavy lifting I have to do.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We have various machines to help with the ridiculous amounts of mucous ALS patients create. There is a vest that pounds Pat's chest to loosen the mucous, a cough assist machine that helps him bring the loosened gunk up and then what I call a snot sucker that deposits it neatly into a disgusting plastic spittoon. It was these machines that enabled us to avoid the ER and we are exceedingly grateful for them. However, every one of of these machines has a power cord as well as a flexible hose that is the conduit between the patient and the machine. The pounder has two flexible hoses that are filled with pulsating air. Dealing with these double headed hydras as they envelop my body detonates the latent F-bombs in my head. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 16px;">Even as I wrestle these these writhing, slithering bodies into submission, I remember though that, for us, they are cords of life.</span></div>
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-32273513676100728912014-02-03T04:58:00.002-08:002014-02-06T02:46:26.465-08:00Our youngest daughter and her family recently moved back to God's country (or I guess I should say COUNTY). In fact, they live right down the street from us. <br />
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They have two children, one toddler girl who refuses to talk, and one five year old girl who can't stop. The five year old resides in that funny realm somewhere between fantasy, reality and insanity. We notice there is alot more glitter on the couch since their arrival from Japan, and other than BOB's gasp of dismay upon seeing, PINK babies in the toy chest that had been previously the home of nothing but steel gray transformers and toy guns, we've all adapted well to their return.<br />
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Miss Mess 3 and I were discussing ALS and the effect on her Pappy. She was bemoaning the fact he couldn't lift his arms any longer and she said, "It's like his battery died." This was about the most succinct description of ALS I'd ever heard. And then she proceeded to tell me how she is going to marry Sonic the Hedgehog and have his babies. <br />
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We've just been through about three weeks of intermittent illnesses of varying sorts, all of which could have easily gone <i>way</i> south at any time. After the first bout, when we made it through the night and we discussed plans for the future, the determination was no midnight emergency room visits for us. We have most of the equipment necessary to deal with Pat's issues and I don't want his last earthly situation to be alone in a room surrounded by the same technology we have here. It <i>may </i>end up like that, but as far as we can control things, <i>we say NO.</i><br />
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I think we're on the comeback trail with this last bit of sickness. This has been a grueling time, very tiring, but spiked with fun and visits from family and friends. The biggest birthday party in the world happened and we welcomed home our youngest daughter and her family from the far side of the world . Our girls drop by and gag at the snot collected in the de-gunker, but they return the next day with their families. The baby is crabby because he, too, is recovering from bronchitis and we all have survived that arctic cyclone, the polar vortex. (Of course I had to get that in there.)<br />
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There is so much loveliness in living. The sun is shining, it should warm up quite nicely for the rest of the week. Is it any wonder, we both whisper, "not yet."<br />
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Happy Birthday STEPHEN HAWKING, 72 years old ALS patient who for over 40 years has digitally shouted "NOT YET!". <br />
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Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-63723836498774820942013-12-20T19:10:00.002-08:002013-12-20T19:21:21.478-08:00Missed OpportunitiesI've been participating in a study on caregiving. (I don't even know if that is a word, but it's late at night and really, you know, it works. TWERKING made the OED this year, so I think I'm good.)<br />
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The study is conducted by phone because what caregiver has time to drive anywhere to answer questions? I'd rather spend my free time getting a pedicure. The person calling asks a series of the same questions, every other week for a couple of months. I guess it is to gauge how close to pulling our hair out we are.<br />
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One of the regular questions is, 'Do you have any regrets?" And I think I always answered "No." Not because every decision I made was so wonderful, but with that lovely gift from God called forgetfulness, I don't remember every stupid mistake I've made. So now, according to my brain damaged (I have had about 5 concussions) memory, no, I told them. No regrets.<br />
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I wish they'd called today. I have a huge regret I could have reported.<br />
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The man I married and love is not what I would call vertically challenged, but we did figure out that despite his protestations that he was average height, his suits started fitting better when I bought the 38 short as opposed to regular. Because I am very similar in height, for our entire married life, I was limited in heel height. ( Pat didn't like me towering over him.). <br />
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Last night our family book club went to Pregos for our Christmas meeting. Pregos is a wonderful little Italian restaurant in our town and you can dress up or down as much as you'd like. Pat stayed at home with our daughter who doesn't attend bookclub and I decided to wear my fabulous RED Liz Claiborne high heels I'd bought about 5 years earlier. I looked great. I thought, now that Pat is in the Permobile, I will tower over him anyway, so let's get some great spike heels and strut my stuff.<br />
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I was able to walk from the car to the table, but that was about it. My feet were killing me the whole time. Thank goodness Vincenzo makes a mean martini to take away the pain. The dinner helped me forget until it was time to put them on again and even one of the youngest members looked at me with such concern and asked, "are you going to be alright Aiti?" I managed to hobble back to the car and finally into the house. The shoes are now happily ensconced in the Goodwill bag, waiting to be worn by younger feet.<br />
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So I think THAT is the regret I could have reported. I should have worn sexy shoes while my body could do it. <br />
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Here's a link to a cute movie about the power of the heel. And the lead actor, <b style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">Chiwetel Ejiofor,</b> is in 12 YEARS A SLAVE as well as that Christmas favorite, LOVE ACTUALLY. <br />
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<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434124/">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0434124/</a><br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinky_Boots_(film)">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinky_Boots_(film)</a><br />
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<br />Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-47613599088286330522013-12-13T05:44:00.000-08:002013-12-13T05:44:50.457-08:00Baby it's cold outsideI remember Dad on Saturday evenings, fiddling with the dials on the radio trying to catch the Ole Miss football games. It was a long way from Oxford, Mississippi to Northeast Ohio and he was desperate to hear something. It was also a long way from then to the 500 ESPN channels we have now. He would alternately scream SHIT or HOTTY TODDY and looking back, I don't know if it was a commentary on the fragility of the signal or our team. This was between the golden years of Charlie Conerly and the second coming embodied in Archie Manning. (It was probably around the time that Charlie was making money as the first Marlboro Man. He was a handsome devil and looked good on a horse.)<span id="goog_1015459733"></span><br />
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I now feel Dad's pain. One of the unexpected consequences of this ALS rodeo is the daily fight we have in the van. I have never understood the heating/defrosting systems in automobiles. Its why I moved south for goodness sake so that I wouldn't have to mess with the damn things. For defrosting the windshield, I find my VISA card works just fine and I have always kept gloves handy so I wouldn't have to worry about about anything else. I have no problem with turning on the AC in the summer. You just hit a button and it's on.</div>
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Unfortuately, one ALS sympton is an out of whack metabolism. Pat runs hot and cold and it is NEVER conveniently. Rather than cold in the summer and hot in the winter, it's t'other way around. So whenever we've started driving down the road in the van, he's having to tell me how to operate the heating system. I end up mad because he's hard to understand now and he's frustrated and it quickly becomes one of those "Can this marriage be saved?" issues. Finally, I understood the problem. </div>
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It made me feel better, even if Pat didn't get any warmer from that thought. </div>
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<span id="goog_1015459732"></span>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08797295817029074235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687233213755254215.post-13639365097897260962013-11-28T06:55:00.000-08:002013-11-28T06:58:08.806-08:00There aren't enough words in the world or My Oscar Speech. You can cue the music anytime it gets boring.Today I am making a feeble attempt to thank people who have been such good friends, neighbors and family to us over this past 18 months.<br />
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First of all, I am very thankful that our daughters live nearby and come to help, visit and bring their famlies. I'm also very glad that they have taken over the turkey duty. (and here I have to thank the sons in laws too, because they are cookers also and do alot of the holiday feasts.)<br />
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We won't get to eat that turkey because it was consumed in Okinawa 12 hours ago. Maybe next year we'll get a sample.</div>
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And I must include in these thanks, our daughters' in-laws. They have treated us as family all along. Whenever we've had to run to the hospital, whether those scary visits at the ER or the happy ones at the Birthing Unit, our family nurse was there popping in to visit. She also has a very active prayer group and when I've needed the big guns, she hasn't failed me. And her daughter gives the most marvelous facials!</div>
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Our Virginia extended family has been so wonderful with cards, notes, emergency babysitting when I couldn't do and other forms of support we could never thank them enough. </div>
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Closer to home, we have the local in-laws who have been so very good to us and ours with notes, prayers and help. </div>
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The other family that must be mentioned is our church family. The altar guild brings us beautiful flowers when we can't make it to see them in person. St. Martha's Guild provided a prayer shawl for Pat that does much more than keep his knobby knees warm at night. A couple of men came to paint the shed. One family has sent Pat a card every week since his diagnosis. Another lovely woman brings us flan because she knows how difficult it is for Pat to swallow. Others have left bottles of wine, delicious little cheese snaps, cheese cakes and other delicacies. I can't forget the friend who seeing my proposed menu on Facebook one night, brought me the ingredients and stayed to visit. Her husband later brought a play pen for Dougielou. One family in particular will come over and bring a portion of whatever they're eating and they have provided many a wonderful meal when I was too pooped to prepare. They have provided smoked turkeys and colorful mums, as well as an offer to carve the pumpkin. We love the visits, casual drive-bys as well as the drop ins for cocktail hour. Our church secretary will check on us every week to see if she needs to open the door for the healing service. Our church family will not allow us to be forgotten which can happen with this sort of illness. </div>
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Our non-church friends are wonderful also. Some take us out for Mexican food and another climbed up on the roof and finished painting the windows that Pat could no longer reach. One friend will drop by on her way home from work at Elon U. Just to check on how we're doing.</div>
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Faraway family have made the trip. Pat's parents hopped on a plane, and despite his mother forgetting her makeup ( a tragedy for a former Ole Miss Cutie), we had a great time. His brother from North Dakota and sister from Alabama drove up for a quick visit and we had a lovely time eating chicken pie from our church under the carport.</div>
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My cousin, from Michigan who is a speech pathologist, gives me good advice on new technology available to assist Pat's speech. Thanks to her and Mr. Zuckerman for providing a path to reconnect after all these years.</div>
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My own siblings have all made the trek at least twice and I think the thing that I appreciate most is that I know they would do it even if I weren't here. They are that attached to Pat, for himself. </div>
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And of course, I cannot forget the grandchildren. One visit from any or all of them blows all thought of illness out of our heads. They are wonderfully insane and oftentimes bad, but always beloved.</div>
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So you see, there aren't enough words to express thanks for all the kindnesses. In this way I do think ALS has been a blessing. All that goodness is out there. I wonder if sometime, we get these sort of slaps in the face to appreciate them. Don't wait for that please. </div>
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