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9/11

Today is September 11th, a day that our nation, collectively, grieves the terrorist attack on our homeland. It is also a day significant in my life; four years ago, I was diagnosed with ALS.

Instead of hearing what I have to do to get better, I learned that I would never be better, again. I was overwhelmed, emotionally. Absolutely overloaded.

Loss has been a daily reality. Struggle is my constant companion; the struggle to accept my condition, the struggle to accept my future, the struggle to accept the loss of my independence, the struggle to confront my mortality.

It's been messy but I am both stronger and softer. 

Life is good.
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