At Last…

Etta James, move over. My faith became clear yesterday when I talked with the new DON. More later with News at Seven.

I told Jennifer I had blood drawn, and she asked what was my preference between cremation and burial? I told her I’d like to keep her around so mummification would work. Yes, embalm and dry out until shriveled.

My wife said she’d just landed. Wonderful. I want you to say that in my room. I keep her laughing and aware she’s still got it. Yeah, I am cray-cray.

The thing is, our diseases and conditions of disability are bad, but they don’t stop us from living. We do that to ourselves when we quit dreaming and doing what we can to participate and enjoy life. ALS has stolen enough without me giving up the rest.

Keep up your spunk, strut, sassy ways even when you are unable to walk. It’s a mind thing. Mohammad Ali talked about saying he was the greatest before he ever was. I don’t know if there will be a cure for ALS in my lifetime, but I am living with a wellness attitude.

It’s never me whenever I tell the story about who dies first. You can tell your story as you like, Simplysaidbysimon. Tell it as an ALS—Amazingly Lasting Soldier.