What does a small bird have in common with an ALS diagnosis? Artist Erin Brady Worsham eloquently shares. We are crazy about birds at our house. We have seven feeders scattered around our enclosed backyard and two feeders in the front yard. We have been blessed with a number of tall trees in our yard, . . .
I don’t know about you, my ALS brothers and sisters, but there have been times during my ALS sojourn when I have needed a real laugh to chase the blues away … But at some point, when speaking and breathing became more of an effort, I lost the ability to laugh. I, who had spent . . .
Can we talk? Well, no, actually, we can’t talk… because I can’t really talk. Oh, I can make sounds, but those sounds seldom form themselves into recognizable words. Only my husband and son have the patience to try to understand me, and they’re pretty darn good at it! My nurses try to guess, but . . .