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Swimmingly

My new passion is swim aerobics.

Yup, that thing that old ladies and fat people do (I am double-qualified or triple, if you count handicapped.)  I love it!!!  With the strength and dexterity in my limbs receding, I have found the thing that gives me back the ability to move my limbs and body more freely (at least whilst in the water).  I was shocked to discover that I can do the high intensity aerobic workout with a few modifications to accommodate the severe weakness and lack of extension to my right hand and arm.  This is great news to me for feeling as healthy as possible as my lungs are as yet unaffected by my disease and this keeps it that way...for awhile.

Potential drawbacks were removed as my mother and sister pick me up, help me undress/redress, and drop me back home.  It is also a bonus to be able to do a positive activity as a family that actually helps us all; mom with fibromyalgia, sister with multiple myeloma (cancer), and me with my amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.

A family that swims together...
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