Good morning, and welcome to Thursday.
Yesterday was a marathon of activity. We mightâve overbooked ourselves just a tad. With Bear needing two morning walks and Cindy flying solo on dog duty, it didnât take long for our morning to descend into chaos.
Breakfast was biscuits and gravyâone of my all-time favorites. And whoâs the cook? That would be Cindy, of course. Honestly, she handles nearly all the household responsibilities, and sheâs on a mission to keep my calories up and muscle loss down.
Good morningâand thank you. Thank you for making me smile this morning and lifting my spirit. I woke up to some photos dropped into my phone last nightâjust plain, simple fun. It was the kind of light I needed after yesterday.
On Monday, I received a tracking number from Team Gleason for the power wheelchair. It was scheduled to arrive on Wednesday, April 15. Perfect timing. Tax season would be behind me, the weatherâs finally turning nice for outdoor time, and weâre heading up to Minocqua on Thursday for Easter weekend.
Good morning. Welcome to my cozy cornerâpopulation: me, with a fire, phone, coffee, quilt, and an increasingly unreliable grip.
So, I get up this morning and someoneâs already made coffee. Itâs not Bearâheâs migrated from the foot of the bed to the head and claimed a pillow, strategically avoiding the one with drool on it. I pass Cindy on her way back to bed. I think I said good morning and thanked her for the coffee.
Monday, April 14, 2025 â Day 244â¨Good morning, and welcome to a new week. Sorryâmore golf talk. Iâve been watching The Masters about as long as Iâve been a Cubs fan, starting just before the infamous 1969 collapse.
Yesterday was a classic couch-potato dayâone for the books. I settled in at 11:00 a.m. for The Masters and didnât move much until the sun was dipping low in the afternoon sky.
Good morning!
Itâs the final day of The Mastersâand if youâre even mildly into golf, this is about as good as it gets. Itâs one of the few sporting events thatâs actually good on TV and in personâŚI donât have words to describe the feeling. Being there live definitely cranks the experience up a notchâreally tenfold. The practice rounds feel special. But standing in the gallery during tournament play? Thatâs bucket-list stuff.
Good morning, itâs going to be a sunny day. âď¸
â¨Letâs hope thatâs a sign of good things to come, because Iâm still waiting on that wheelchair. No shipping notice. Nothing. I worry that the supply chain stuck is in some kind of tariff tug-of-war? If I donât see something by Monday, itâs follow-up time.
Speaking of follow-up, I had my pulmonologist appointment on April 1st to address my completely useless excuse for a cough. Yesterday, I checked the patient portal expecting to see an order for a cough-assist device. Nope. Nada. Zilch. So I sent the doc a polite message, asking if I missed a stepâreally I was just nudging things along without poking the bear too hard. I know theyâre short-handed and stretched thin. It took six weeks just to get that appointment. Iâm the one that needs the help so best to be nice.
A couple of hours later, a text pops up saying my doctor ordered âtesting supplies.â Not exactly what I was hoping for, but I guess the nudge worked. Better late than never. Still, I shouldâve followed up soonerâthis choking issue is no joke. One of these days, I might not be able to clear my airway, and thatâs a serious YIKES.
Now Iâm waiting on more shipping notices, and of course, everything will probably land Thursdayâthe day we head up to Minocqua for Easter. Timing, as always, impeccable.
Update on the bathroom remodel. Technically itâs finishedâŚexcept for the part where it actually works. The no-barrier shower is a dream to get into, but itâs just as easy for the water to escape. We figured it might be an issue, but the original recommendation was to skip installing glass. We may need to rethink that. Iâm now researching stick-on shower dams. I think theyâre all made in China. WhoopsâŚshould have acted sooner!
I didnât plan on becoming a damâor damnâengineer, but here we are. Until then, Iâm back in the old shower, wrestling with a shower chair that weighs about 50 pounds and resists movement like a two 25 pound dumbbells. A much heavier load than the one pound dumbbells Iâm working out with.
Physically, each day I feel a little weaker. On Thursday at Sew Hopâd, I picked up the 20 oz. mug and my hand trembled just trying to raise it for a sip. Iâm officially at the point where Mark carries my beer back from the bar. Itâs either that or risk spilling it and triggering a âcleanup on aisle 5.â
Cindy continues to be amazing. Sheâs been hustling to keep my protein intake at 60â70 grams a dayâeggs, peanut butter, high-protein wafflesâwhatever Iâll eat, sheâs on it. Sheâs even started cutting my food for me, something we both knew would come eventually. Iâm lucky sheâs willing to roll with the changes, even when the load keeps getting heavier.
That said, Iâm officially down to 166 pounds. Thatâs a 25-pound drop since last June when the ALS symptoms started showing up. The weird part? I look like Iâm gaining weight, just not in the places I want. My body is losing muscle but hoarding belly fat like a squirrel in winter. Pear-shaped and weakâwhat a combo. Maybe itâs time to pivot from high-protein to high-calorie. Bring on the Big Macs. Donna, is the elf behind the Girl Scout dos-e-doe cookie deliveriesâI see you, and thank you. Where are you hiding the stash?
Yesterday, post-shower and feeling lighter (in all the wrong ways), I tried to put on a pair of jeans. The button refused to cooperateâeven with the assistive tool. Cindy watched me struggle and offered to help. Naturally, I declined, becauseâŚpride and stubbornness. After several failed attempts and what mightâve qualified as an ab workout, I surrendered. Cindy stepped in, laughed, and tried herselfâequally difficult for her. Eventually, with sheer determination and a bit of comedy, she got the button fastened. Then laughed again because she knew unbuttoning later would be its own episode. Spoiler: it was. Ten minutes of round two later, I was finally free.
All this led me to remember the magnet-button shirts Zack ordered for me. Today feels like a good day to try them out. Worst case, I pop a magnet instead of a button. Thanks, Zackâyouâre ahead of the curve.
Once I was fully dressedâafter a half-hour performance that would have made for a good skit on The Tonight Show (when Johnny Carson was the host), Mark picked me up and we headed to Mike and Bethâs home for cigars and drinks in their garage. It was the first time in 20 years Iâve seen Mark light up a cigar and sip whiskey. It was a great timeâso good, in fact, that Cindy had to text Mark to remind me I was past curfew. She wasnât wrong.
But before we left, I asked Mike if I could borrow one of his ironsâgolf club, not wrinkle-removerâto see if I could still swing. I had visions of a triumphant moment. The reality? Wobble, wobble, abort mission. Balance was not in my favor. As Mike helped me back to the car, I glanced down at the lawn and realized the problem. I was standing on a downhill lie. Yep. Thatâs my story, and Iâm sticking to it. There will be other opportunitiesâŚI hope.
Good morning, happy Friday, and welcome to the weekend.
The final day of tax season came and went without much fanfare. No balloons. No heartfelt speeches. Not even a half-hearted âsee you next year.â Just a normal day at the site â and then we packed up and left. I walked out of the bank like I was headed to grab groceries, not closing out years of volunteering. I thought Iâd feel something more, but⌠nope.
Good morning, yâall!
Iâve never quite gotten used to saying âyâall,â but Iâm still giving it a shot. A couple of years ago, Zack gave me a baseball cap with âyâallâ embroidered on the frontâhis way of helping me get comfortable with it. The hatâs definitely comfy. The phrase? Still a work in progress.
Itâs hard to believe itâs been nearly eight months since I was diagnosed with ALS on August 13, 2024.
Good morning, all!
I canât tell if Mother Nature is giving me the cold shoulder or just having a laugh at my expense. Snow? In April? Really? This is prime fireplace weatherâquilt wrapped tightly around me, keeping my bare legs warm. Iâve come to love this morning ritual: sitting beside the fire, wrapped like a cinnamon roll in a quilt. I feel like a caterpillar waiting for the metamorphosis that will bring out the butterfly.
Good morning⌠and it really is a good one.
Every morning at 5:00 a.m., I open my Notes app, type in the day, date, and how many days itâs been since the âshittyâ diagnosis, and I thinkâwhat could I possibly write that I havenât already said? And yet, each morning, once I start typing, something always comes to me.
The biggest reason I still have something to say is because of the incredible friends and family who are hurting with us, walking this path alongside us.
Good morning and welcome to Monday. This isnât just any Mondayâitâs the beginning of The Masters. Cue the music of chirping birds, the slow pans of azaleas in full bloom, and the seven-foot bronze statue of Arnold Palmer.
Exactly a year ago today, we were walking the hallowed grounds of Augusta National for a Monday practice round. I know, I knowâit was just a practice round. But saying that out loud feels like calling a diamond âjust a rock.
Sunday Reflections Good morning, friends. Itâs Sunday again, and I find myself sitting in my usual spot by the fireplace (my church), with a swirl of emotionsâsome heavy, some light, all very real.
Cindy mentioned the idea of turning this blog into a book. It caught me off guard, in a good way. A book? Iâve poured my raw thoughts into 226 entries since August, trying to make sense of this shitty diagnosis (credit to my sister Lis for that wording).
Good morning!
Yesterdayâs âGender 2â license plate survey took an unexpected turn. On the surface, it looked like responses were evenly splitâbut thereâs a catch. SurveyMonkey only shows 14 out of the 25 responses unless I upgrade to a $300/year plan. For a one-time plate poll? Hard pass. Sorry folks, no big reveal today. The mystery lives on, still Iâll post partial results. See attached photo.
That whole plate survey got me thinkingâmaybe I can help Illinois with their budget woes by throwing a little cash at the vanity plate fund.
Good morning and welcome to the weekend!
First, a big thank you to everyone who caught my mistake about The Masters weekend. For weeks, I had it locked in my head that it was this weekend, and never once did I think to double-check. Classic move. The good news? My weekend just opened up. The bad news? I no longer have a valid excuse to put off doing the last of family taxes (including my own).
Good morning family, friends, and curious readers.
I have to smile and shake my head at some of the comments I get from friends who are reading this blog. The latest one made me wonder, âWhere did Andy go? Whoâs ghostwriting this thing?â Hereâs part of a comment I got yesterday:
âI just think itâs funny how you can take a mundane task like dealing with Comcast, leave a cliffhanger, and somehow make us all desperate to know the ending.
Good morning, everyone!
These days are flying by. I swear I was just here five minutes ago saying hi. Where do they all go?
Yesterday was a marathonâtaxes in Huntley in the morning, a pulmonary appointment in Evanston at 2:00, with a pit stop in Crystal Lake to pick up Cindy. I think my ALS appointments are secretly being scheduled far from home so Iâll tire of drivingâeach one is at least an hour away.
Good morning, another Tuesday of taxes.
April Foolsâ and the Comcast Circus
April Foolsâ Day is here, and while the temptation to pull a tax-themed prank on the seniors is strong, I decide against it. Humor is good, but scaring people about the IRS feels like a bad idea. Iâll have to come up with something a little lighter.
Over the weekend, a neighbor stumbled upon a hidden Comcast utility box in our HOA common area.
Good morning, and welcome to Mondayâthe last day of March.
I spend a lot of time staring at the calendar, counting the days since my diagnosis and looking ahead to the future. Iâm trying to plan for what ALS will take from me so we can be as prepared as possible. The bathroom remodel and stair access are behind us (almost, anyway), so now we move on to the next set of challenges.
Good morning!!
Yesterday was a full one (not that it takes much for me these days)âkeeping up with the kids while Brandon, our trusty carpenter, spent the day installing the new handrails on the staircase.
Back in late October, after our first ALS clinic visit, we did a video tour of our home with Peggy, the care coordinator from ALS Unitedâour angel for all things ALS. During the tour, we had to go upstairs.
