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Support Group Day

ALS support group meeting was today and so was the Seahawks vs 49ers game. What did we do? Support group. But the game was on. I got to watch a whole 5 minutes worth because we had a new person to support. It's what we do. Give back what was so freely given us. Love and support to our fellow ALS sufferer. Our newest member is under the impression that he's got some kind of control over this disease. I can relate. I ate healthy, keeping a journal, even taking up juicing. My ALS still progressed. I went to water aerobics and still progressed. I went to physical therapy and therapy came to my home. I exercised on my own and still I progressed. I went on the Deanna Protocol for two years and still I progressed. I prayed and I've been prayed over. I've been blessed at Assumption Abbey and I've been blessed repeatedly by a Catholic priest and I'm not Catholic! Still I progress. I fight this disease with everything I've got. And still I progress. I wish him well.

Oh, the Seahawks won and we have a shot at the playoffs!!
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Location: Federal Way, WA, USA

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