A is for Amyotrophic
Acronyms are tough for us dyslexic types. Particularly the ones that leave a bad taste in my mouth; and especially the ones I want to shy away from and never learn. My mom was just diagnosed with ALS last month. I have jumped in and lent my nursing skills, and my case management skills, and my teaching skills. Grieving skills, I have none. Not healthy ones at least. So, I chug along and do the doing. And about those emotions? I’ve erupted in tears in the shower a few times, but that’s about as far as I have gotten.
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