I have not written a blog entry for two months, the longest period of time since I began writing in March 2011. Just as writing is tremendously informative, not writing can also speak in waves, and so I thought I had better give an update just so you wouldn’t think I had died. As I think you are aware, I have continued to write as a way of keeping my wonderful network of friends updated as to how things are going, how ALS is treating me, how my family is doing. And even now I want to give you that kind of update. But as you know, writing for me has also been deeply therapeutic, and that kind of healing comes with a cost. It takes a great till of energy to turn the everyday meaning of something so ordinary as the progression a disease on its head. The ability to do so has been one of the keys to what I believe could have been devastating. But I have reached the point in my progression where I only have so much energy, and I have reached a place in my thinking where I feel the need to summarize, to look back on this opus and to make sense of what it might mean more fully.
So I guess my first piece of news is that in collaboration with the very talented Cathy Wurzer, we have been offered a book contract based in these writings and the 25 stories that she has broadcast on Minnesota Public Radio. My plan is to finish the book this summer and then return to blogging. There are possibilities in such a plan, but I also know that the stars must align just so, ethers must conflagrate just so, and I must conserve precious energy that is so fleeting in order to realize this project. This is easier said than done.
My care needs have increased to the point where I am never alone. For the past semester, Evelyn has worked a 75% contract. This was in response to the fact that in the fall, she fell ill, contracted pneumonia, and never really could shake being sick. Her district very compassionately worked with us to find another teacher with whom she could split her responsibilities. The needs of a full-time job, coupled with the responsibilities of being a full-time caretaker can really wear a person out, and we both agree she is better with reduced teaching load. And of course, I will take every minute that I can get with her so I am the better for it as well. I continue to be well cared for by a combination of personal care assistants and volunteer friends, who also remove some burden from Evelyn. Their commitment and skillful care combined with the fact that we genuinely like each other makes this loss of independence much easier to handle.
Even though I am retired on disability, I have continued to think academically. For the past year, my dear friend Ernestine Enomoto and I have been working on a second addition of our 2007 leadership ethics book, Leading through the Quagmire…. With the help of our friends Deb and Sharon, we have greatly expanded the book and now await its publication, hopefully next month under a new title, Leading Ethically in Schools and Other Organizations. It was wonderful to work with Ernestine again, and I received tremendous support from my friend Jeanine who became my hands as I sought to fulfill my responsibility to the writing. Adding the chapters that Deb and Sharon penned was a real bonus.
After my wheelchair accident in April, the realization that I am down to one usable knuckle for driving the chair has become painfully obvious. I am now using what is known as a micro driver for my chair, and this has returned some driving ability to me. Currently there are two people who are comfortable using the attendant control on my wheelchair, but we are hoping that number will increase in the near future. In the meantime, we now have a manual chair as a supplement for those who are uncomfortable with operating my power wheelchair, and hopefully this will allow me to get out a little more.
My progression has now reached a point where I must take great care when I eat. A choking incident that took a very long time to clear was just the latest signal as to just how I must continue to embrace ALS. At the same time, my ability to speak with presence has finally dropped away. I speak softly, become tired with speech, yet I am totally dependent on speech recognition for writing and interface with my environment. In the next couple of weeks, I will again try to work with eye gaze technology. Eye gaze requires even more patience than speech recognition in order to make it work. Those who have mastered it have my deepest respect. I see it at first as a way to save my voice. For example, if I can turn the pages of the current book I am reading using this technology, it is one less use of the voice. If I can read the New York Times with this technology, it is one less stressor, and I can conserve my vocal use for writing and speaking.
To better support my breathing, I am now using BiPAP at night. So far, it is going well. It leaves me with a little bit more energy, and I must admit that the feeling of full breath is very pleasant. Of course, my competitive nature hates the fact that I have just lost four points on the ALS Functional Rating Scale, but I find solace in quoting Kurt Vonnegut. “So it goes.” And I have to say that when I combine the BiPAP with the diaphragmatic pacing system, the feeling of breath is wonderful.
I look at the news above and realize that for the able-bodied, such news might seem just a little horrifying. Would you be reassured to know that once I made the decision to embrace my condition, to learn its lessons, to cry when it seemed appropriate, and to laugh whenever I could, the horror dissipated? I recognize just how lucky I am. In spite of the fact that I know how this ends and that it ends much sooner than I would have liked, I have been granted great gifts, phenomenal love, faith that has not left me, a family that only cares for me more and more, and of course the gift of finding a one true love. All of this is to say that like life, ALS is far more complicated than most of us are willing to see.
I continue to practice yoga, and now try to pen a meditation about my practice as a person with disabilities once a week. This is writing to which I commit, because it helps me in the discipline that yoga has brought to my life. I will never be able to fully or adequately thank my teachers at Mind Body Solutions, but they have assured me that gratitude flows two ways. In addition, I have developed deep friendships so unlooked for yet so soul feeding. One of the lessons of ALS is that if you wish to live fully until you die, you have no time to waste in meaningless conversation. You have to get to the dance right away. I am remarkably blessed in this regard, and it has helped me to accept the choices that dis ease foists upon me. I have been granted a richness in life for which there is no complaint. I accept what I have been given, and I am grateful for it.
I probably will not be writing much in the blog for the next couple of months. That being said, I can see where I might require advice as I write body and soul in a book. At the very least, I hope you will grant me and my family your best wishes and know how much it means to me that you choose to spend your precious time with me in this life spiral.
It is the greatest privilege.
Yours in ALS,