THE ODDS (Debbie Does ALS)



Sometimes I have all sorts of stupid ALS shit floating around in my head and I am reluctant to post, but then I remember the reason I started this thing to begin with. With any luck I'll purge all this stuff here and won't then burden the outside world with all. this. shit.

First. I was visiting the still-active blog site of a now-deceased ALS patient and found this link. It's short, very powerful. I listened using Windows Media but there is a Real Media option, too.

Second. My stupid left fingers are now all standing separate. This makes me madder and sadder than I can tell you. Just writing about it, looking at my hand, I feel the eruption beginning to form in my stomach.

Third. Lynne and I went to Villanova PA for a party at Michael and John's totally fabulous home. We met lots of interesting and wonderful people, and our hosts were gracious and kind. All was well until Sunday as we were getting ready to leave--my left arm cramped terribly as I was getting dressed and I had to call for help. The action I was trying to perform has been more troublesome of late and Sunday it just wasn't happening. I pushed--too hard--and was punished for my arrogance. Who the hell am I to think I can outwit this fucking disease. I tell myself I won't accept further deterioration but the goddamn progression continues anyway.

So Lynne assisted me. This little scene resulted in some conversation about what's to come, what I will and will not be able to do. I do not want Lynne to have to care for me (beyond shepherding me out of some bar) so I declared that, at some point, the road trips would end. I don't think she'd mind helping me, but I sure as hell mind it. She's my friend, I won't have her become my nurse.

Naturally this made me think about other things I will have to end. When is the right time? Earlier, so the memories are pleasant? Later, because I will hate to step away, say goodbye? I've been quite a mess thinking about this.

Lynne and I made it to Mass before we left PA. My hands and arms were twitching so violently it looked as if I had Parkinson's. And the twitching everywhere else--including my ass-that-is-as-wide-as-a-trailer--was the same. It worried me that, if the twitching in my arms was so apparent, what did the people behind me think about my big, jiggly butt? Oh well, I'll never see those people again...

And finally, a report on my right arm and shoulder. It becomes more and more difficult to bear weight on the elbow/shoulder, which has been my recourse since my wrist became useless. It's harder to raise my arm, and quite painful when I try to extend further than my shoulder will permit. I have been doing my PT homework but I am beginning to realize that will only do so much.

So today I acknowledge that I am worse. ALS is creeping, none too gently, sort of like an invading army on a weak and helpless country. Before too long, the language and the customs will change and the little country won't recognize itself.

Okay, purging done, for the moment. If, after reading this, you want to purge, please know that you are welcome.


The dog whisperer

A short, but funny, story to relate:

Our Christmas dinner was bountiful, to say the least. We had turkey, ham, salmon, green salad, fruit salad, bread, rolls, potatoes, stuffing, pies, and other goodies. We ate buffet style in the living room. Harley and Stella went around the room, sniffing and looking expectantly at everyone.

Both dogs stopped in front of Cecilia. They looked longingly at her plate with their big, soulful eyes. Cecilia looked right at them and said, "I have no meat." We all laughed when, together, both Harley and Stella, hearing those words, turned and walked away. They continued their circuit around the room but never stopped at Cecilia again.

It didn't work for anyone else.

Is it the same for you?

Unhappiness and disappointment live in the stomach, and, when provoked, cause the stomach to tighten, travel upward into your lungs forcing out all the air, through the throat then into the nose making it tingle, and come out the eyes. I've paid attention to this the last week or so.

Just an observation.


Merry Christmas

It's quiet.

C Claire and I made it to Mass at 7AM, the Mass Fr. Rooney calls "the best kept secret." That's the truth. It's quicker and there are fewer attendees compared to the later services. On the way home C and I chatted about one thing and another, and I reached my hand over like I do to get a squeeze from her. She commented on my weak grip (this is typical of her, my darling Aspie) and we talked about the progression, and how neither one of us thinks I'll ever need a wheelchair lift. I said it seemed God was being kind to me, she said God gave me the disease so I would think.

My profound little angel. Talk about a Christmas gift.

She's back in bed. I bet you can guess where I am.


Sometimes I really do forget

You'd think I'd know by now. It's very disconcerting when I am doing something, some regular, ordinary little task, and I start to use my right hand, only to fumble and be reminded.

I hate when that happens.

One little dream come true

I just woke up from a quick nap. I was snuggled under an afghan with my feet up, the lights were out, the little tree was blinking, the little stove was glowing, the music was soft in the background.

It's just exactly how I pictured it.

Christmas Eve

Music blaring from my Mac. Coffee brewing. Everyone asleep except me and the animals. Today I am going to try to get the house in some semblance of order. The clock, she is ticking.

Just gulped down a tart and tangy glass of tomato juice laced (heavily) with lemon. Oh baby!

Next up: brownies. And maybe friendship bread.

Just called Kendall. She's going to her parents' tonight and is going to stop on the way. Yay!

Hmmm. The brownies are in the oven. I had a happy moment while stirring: I positioned the rubber spatula in my right hand (between the swollen, puffy fingers and the swollen, puffy top part of my hand) and STIRRED. Not for long, but it was fun for a few seconds.

I'm doubtful about the brownie outcome, however. I poured all the batter into the pan and put it in the oven, then realized I used a rectangular pan, not square. Wonder what will happen.

Well, they don't look awful, and they smell wonderful. Keep your fingers crossed.

Also, switched from iTunes to Pandora. It's time for Christmas music.

This is so cool. I'm listening to classical Christmas music, it's light and airy and fabulous. I looked out the window just now and the wind was picking up leaves, gently, randomly, here and there--it looked like a ballet. It was so beautiful.

Holy cow. What a flurry of activity. Andrew and Will and Josh moved all the furniture that is allowed downstairs. The Serenity Room is a thing of almost perfect beauty. Damon is working on hooking the tv up to the cable. Jenny is cleaning the downstairs bathroom and helping me sort through junk. And there is a TON of junk.

Lynne and Kendall are going to be here later to share a glass of wine.

Hmmm. It's a puzzlement. We have audio but no video. Damon is poring over the instructions. I am confident he will conquer the tv.

So far the TV seems to be winning. Poor Damon had to leave, but the war isn't over yet.

Lynne, Kendall, and I christened the Serenity Room. We opened a bottle of wine, turned on the fake stove, turned on the little Christmas tree, and sat and talked for about an hour. I think it was a nice break for Kendall as she makes her way to her parents'.

C Claire and I moved some boxes and a few pieces of furniture upstairs. I can't do more without more help so I'm taking a break. Can you guess where?

In just a few, it'll be back to the kitchen. I cannot believe it's Christmas.

I wish you all a peaceful and happy and wonderful holiday. My love to you all.


A Day in my Head

So. Time to catch up.

Today is Christmas eve eve, Tuesday. On Sunday morning I spoke to the members of the Ni River Community Church; the topic was "live each day as if it was your last." I said to them what I say to everyone about how I want to do my best to live my best, focus on what I can do, not what I can't, and how I will focus on today instead of worrying about tomorrow. It was well received and, I think, successful.


My dear friend -- the one who was hurting -- is recovering. After thoughtful introspection she realized the value of the relationship, and told me that she felt she had to reconnect because the thought of losing her friend was too painful. She broke my heart when she told me how painful it would be when she loses me -- and she won't be able to get me back. I understand her motives, I just hope this reconciliation doesn't result in fresh pain.

This conversation took place after an exhilarating night time run. We met at 7 PM and ran through a residential neighborhood. The Christmas lights ran the gamut and we were not disappointed to see the one house on the corner made up as it always is with those awful blow up figurines -- they must have 25 of them! Anyway, I haven't run at night in a long time, and I have always loved dark runs. It requires heightened senses, so you are distracted from the fatigue. And the air--it was crisp and cold and delicious.


Earlier this week there was a PLM forum topic called "ALS and the fat guy." Lots of comments about "healthy" (translated "a little extra") weight possibly contributing to slower progression. One of the PALS posted this:

I went on a low glutamate, no red meat diet and quickly lost about 16 pounds to get to a "healthy" weight. My neuro told me to gain the weight back. He informed me that a study in France showed that PALS at least 10% over the recommended weight live longer. He explained that the body metabolises muscle after fat and that extra fat provides a safety buffer in ALS, because when we metabolise muscle, we can't grow it back.

Mouse studies have also shown ketogenic (high fat) diets result in longer life and slower progression in ALS and I have seen articles suggesting that high cholesterol is beneficial with ALS. (Whether the latter point is true or the high cholesterol is just a consequence of the ketogenic diet is unclear).

Now, I am no string bean and never have been. Since I've been diagnosed I've put on weight due to less exercise and possibly my meds. I'm generally okay about this but struggle: the benefits of the extra weight conflict with self image. We live in a society where thin is beautiful and not thin isn't. I know this sounds totally shallow but I hate that I am becoming--have become--this pudgy (and withered--there's irony) old cow. That said, I'm two years into this fucking disease and still have minimal progression. The PALS who wrote the comment above is also arm onset, a year into it, and is already much further along. Again I wonder, why is my progression slower? Is it at all related to my cowiness? And if there is even the slightest chance that it IS, can I be comfortable with my cowiness? Aaaarrrggghhhh!


Christmas snuck up on me. The house MIGHT be ready, but the rest I am just trusting to chance. I've not wrapped gift one, and don't plan to.

The Serenity Room is starting to take shape. The carpet is in, the baby faux wood stove is out of the box, and the iPod docking station is set up (and is totally fabulous!). It's a beginning.


Enough rambling. Go read something less ridiculous.

Lots of reading--and more hope

Posts from the PLM site:

Neuralstem, Inc. announced this morning that it has filed an Investigational New Drug (IND) application with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to begin a clinical trial to treat amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS or Lou Gehrig's disease).

The Company is planning to treat ALS patients through spinal injections of its stem cells via its patented Human Neural Stem Cell technology.

"Like all first human trials, this proposed trial is primarily designed to test the safety and feasibility of both our stem cells and our method of delivering the cells to the spinal cord in ALS patients," said Neuralstem CEO and President, Richard Garr. "We are also proposing secondary endpoints which we hope will be able to measure a slowing down of the degenerative process."

ALS is a progressive neurodegenerative disease that affects nerve cells in the brain, leading to the degeneration and death of the motor neurons in the spinal cord that control the muscles. Loss of the ability to initiate and control muscle movement ends in paralysis and, ultimately, death. ALS affects roughly 30,000 people in the U.S., with about 7,000 new diagnoses per year.

Neuralstem expects to conduct the trial at Emory University with Dr. Johnathan Glass, M.D., Director of the Emory Neuromuscular Laboratory and Director of the Emory ALS Center, as site Principal Investigator (PI). Dr. Eva Feldman, M.D., Ph.D., Head of the A. Alfred Taubman Medical Research Institute and the De Jong Professor of Neurology at the University of Michigan Medical School, will be the overall PI for the ALS trial program. Formal approvals from these institutions to conduct the trial can come only after FDA approval of the trial protocol.

"The filing of this IND is an important event for Neuralstem," said Garr, "but it marks only the beginning of a process which includes working together with the FDA to approve the first human ALS stem cell trial; refining our understanding of how to optimize delivery of our cells into patients; and ultimately delivering a new treatment for patients with this currently incurable disease."

Neuralstem's patented technology enables, for the first time, the ability to produce neural stem cells of the human brain and spinal cord in commercial quantities, and the ability to control the differentiation of these cells into mature, physiologically relevant human neurons and glia. Major Central Nervous System diseases targeted by the Company with research programs currently underway include: Ischemic Spastic Paraplegia, Traumatic Spinal Cord Injury, Huntington's disease and ALS. The Company filed an IND (Investigational New Drug) application with the FDA for ALS clinical trials in December, 2008, and has entered into a collaborative agreement with Albert-Ludwigs-University, in Freiburg, Germany, to develop clinical trials for Huntington's disease.

In pre-clinical work, the company's cells have extended the life of rats with ALS (Lou Gehrig's disease) as reported the journal TRANSPLANTATION, in collaboration with Johns Hopkins University researchers, and also reversed paralysis in rats with Ischemic Spastic Paraplegia, as reported in NEUROSCIENCE on June 29, 2007, in collaboration with researchers at University of California San Diego.


An Emory nurse friend tells that that they are in the process of writing the inclusion/exclusion criteria for the trial which could begin anywhere from a few to several months but guessed to be in 2009...


A sea change in stem cell industry investment is coming, says Richard Garr.

The CEO of Gaithersburg-based Neuralstem happened to be in New York last week, pitching his company to prospective investors, when a member of President-elect Barack Obama's transition team said one of Obama's first priorities as president will be to lift the federal ban on funding embryonic stem cell research imposed by President Bush nearly eight years ago.

When he returned to his biotech this week, Garr said, he had found that "the general feeling in the investment community is that this is going to be a stem cell-friendly administration and a stem cell-friendly Congress." Even in today's difficult investment climate, the stem cell industry is going to see definite benefits, he said.

Human stem cells can be grown into healthy sources of new cells, tissues and organs to help scientists find treatments for diseases such as Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, diabetes and cancer. Some oppose embryonic stem cell research because they believe extracting cells from a viable embryo destroys a human life.

Investors mostly look for signs of progress, politics aside. Garr said he felt "warm interest by investors" at the Acumen BioFin Rodman & Renshaw ninth annual Healthcare Conference in New York because Neuralstem is ready to file an investigative new drug application for the first time and will enter clinical trials with a stem cell drug for amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or Lou Gehrig's disease, this winter.

"The timing [of the Obama statement] is very good for us," he said.

A change in the federal policy won't directly affect Neuralstem, he said, because his company doesn't receive federal or state money.

But, he said, "It will be a good thing if [Obama] lifts [the funding ban] because it will change the public perception of stem cell companies. ... It will remove the uncertainty of whether or not this is going to be a legal industry. That is huge."

Douglas Doerfler, president and CEO of MaxCyte in Gaithersburg, who testified at a U.S. Senate hearing on the issue in 2005, agreed.

"I believe it will be a huge boon for companies who have been involved in stem cells [and] several are located in Maryland," Doerfler said. "This is a phenomenal area of science, and watching this field closely adds a sense of marvel at the progress being made, especially in regenerative medicine."

Doerfler cautioned, however, that lifting the ban comes late for the U.S. to get "back in the game," as other nations have invested heavily in the promise of stem cells and took competitive advantage while the U.S. was not playing a major role.

Linda Powers, managing director and co-founder of Toucan Capital in Bethesda, Maryland's most active stem cell investment firm, said lifting the ban would be "just the first step" in making the industry more fluid. She hopes, for example, that treatments for heart disease, multiple sclerosis and other serious conditions now being developed in other countries using patients' own bone marrow cells would be developed here without the current requirements of years of clinical trials.

Other restrictions, she said, include regulatory "artificial efficacy" rules on stem cells.

"They are held to much more difficult standards than other medical products," said Powers, a member of the Maryland Stem Cell Research Commission.

Even if the stem cells used are a patient's own, eight to 10 years of clinical trials and hundreds of millions of dollars of expenses are required. "If a patient's own stem cells are used in a therapy, they are regulated as a drug just as stem cells that are not from the patient's own body," Powers said. "That is just plain crazy."

Commercial stem cell research operates in "a very restrictive patient environment as well," which could loosen if federal policies are changed, said Jonathan Auerbach, CEO of GlobalStem, Inc. of Rockville.

Funded partly by Toucan, GlobalStem sells bio-tools for stem cell researchers, such as growth media to feeder cells, characterization tests and assays. Lifting restrictions, Auerbach said, would help because some of the limited embryonic cell lines that are available, called the Bush lines, are old and are "not the best cell lines."

Bowen P. Weisheit Jr., a member of the state stem cell commission and of the state chapter of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, said that if Obama lifts the ban, he thinks the effect on current proposals would expand.

This report originally appeared in The Business Gazette.


Well, I did my part and bought 300 shares of Neuralstem (CUR) stock this morning.


Researchers Show that a Single Adult Stem Cell Can Self Renew

GEN News Highlights

Stanford University scientists report that they have demonstrated for the first time that a single adult stem cell can repair tissue damage in a live mammal.

The researchers transplanted the skeletal adult muscle stem cells (MusSCs) into special immune-suppressed mice whose muscle satellite cells had been wiped out in a hind limb by irradiation. The stem cells restored lost function to mice with hind limb muscle tissue damage, according to the team.

The adult stem cells used in the study were isolated from a mixed population of satellite cells from the skeletal muscle of mice. Investigators genetically engineered the transplanted MusSC to express Pax7 and luciferase proteins. As a result, every transplanted cell glowed under ultraviolet light and was easy to trace.

The team used luminescent imaging as well as quantitative and kinetic analyses to track each transplanted stem cell as it rapidly proliferated and engrafted its progeny into the irradiated muscle tissue.

The scientists then injured the regenerated tissue, setting off muscle cell growth and repair, and subsequently showed that the MuSC and descendents rescued the second animal’s lost muscle healing function.

After isolating the luciferase-glowing muscle stem cells from the transplanted animal, the scientists cloned the cells in the lab. Like the original MuSC, the cloned copies were intact and capable of self renewal.

In further experiments, the researchers transplanted between 10 and 500 luciferase-tagged MuSC into the leg muscles of mice. These cells also proliferated and engrafted, forming new myofibers and fusing with injured fibers.

Unlike tumor cells, the transplanted stem cells achieved homeostasis, growing to a stable, constant level and ceasing replication. After demonstrating that the transplanted stem cells proliferated and fully restored the animal's lost function, the scientists recovered new stem cells from the transplant with full stem cell potency.

This research was reported at the 48th annual meeting of the American Society for Cell Biology (ASCB) on Sunday, December 14 in San Francisco.


No, I didn't buy the shares, one of the PLMers did. Maybe something to consider? Also, do any of you know the doctors/researchers mentioned? Just in case? You never know.



I learned today that another PLM-er "earned his wings." His name was Humberto, he lived in Brazil, he was a very active advocate for ALS awareness and worked hard on a lithium study. He was 42, had arm onset, first symptom in September 2006. He was diagnosed in March 2007. According to his profile, he was in a chair and used a feeding tube. His PLM avatar was multi-colored: orange head; red arms; green trunk; red legs.

I look at my weak hand and I am grateful.



Update. Not going to get the work done.

Thanks, wise friend, for your counsel.

What a weight has been lifted.



My friend, my dear friend, is working through a painful situation. I am so angry on her behalf and want so badly to lash out and remove that which causes the pain. I fear she will permit a recurrence, and if she does it's totally understandable. But tonight I want to take the pain from her.

Hang in there, cherished friend. It's going to be okay.


I am totally out of money and found out today my roof must be repaired. Sigh.

Where oh where oh where am I going to get the money? Santa?

It will all work out, somehow it always does, but right now I'm sunk pretty low.


A Day in the life

Morning Debacle
I got to work this morning at 640. The coffeemaker was broken and we had no Internet. I placed a troubleshooting call to the coffeemaker company and helped Steve identify who we needed to call about the connectivity issue. As well, the coffee cups I had set aside for the VIP visitors this morning had been "compromised," so I had to run a load of dishes. I gave Nick instructions regarding the coffeemaker, I gave David instructions regarding the coffee cups, and realized I had not eaten any breakfast. I rushed to the deli, ordered a breakfast sandwich, and ate it as I walked to the Metro. When I got to the Metro elevator I pulled my fare card out of my pocket with my ever dependable right hand; the card slipped right out of my fingers and into a puddle. Since my left hand was occupied holding the sandwich and my purse, I bent down and managed to pick up the card with my right. I wiped it off as best I could and hoped it would work in the machine. It did. So, off to clinic.

Waiting Room Observations
I found a nice surprise on the train in the form of Kendall. She was headed to Metro Center so we chatted a bit as we rode in.

Got to Foggy Bottom in really good time. Walked a block to the clinic and headed up to the seventh floor. There was a new face at the registration desk and I don't think she was very efficient. She must've sensed I didn't think much of her because she never told anybody I checked in. I was early, so I didn't expect to go in right away, but by 840 I knew there was a problem. I eventually told someone else I was there and was sent back to my room.

I have to note, however, that while I was sitting in the waiting room I noticed something -- I noticed people using their hands. I saw a man pick up his newspaper, another taking off his coat, a woman adjusting her top. I was struck with the feeling that I would give anything to be able to perform such insignificant tasks. These people weren't even aware they were using their hands -- we never pay attention to such things -- but I was and I do. When I arrive at work in the morning, I have to pick up the paper from the floor. To do so, I bend down and push the newspaper toward my foot, then I put my whole right hand under the paper and scoop it towards me. I should point out my left arm and hand are full of my coat, my keys, my purse, and the mail. Anyway, that was a pretty cool moment, noticing everyone using their hands. Don't take it for granted.

Good FVC
Today's FVC was 92%. And that in spite of this dumb sinus thing I have going on. I was leery of her at first but I really like the pulmonologist now. I don't think she knows quite what to do with me.

I also got my flu shot.

Wrong Room
I'm sure I've mentioned that I decline a visit from the psychiatrist when I am at clinic. When he appeared in my room this morning, I looked at him questioningly and said "wrong room," and away he went.

Searching Looks From Gwen
I had brief and enjoyable visits with the occupational therapist, the physical therapist, the speech therapist, and the dietitian. I dazzled them with my fancy footwork, my swallowing, my raised eyebrows, my puffed cheeks, my healthy (if plump) weight, my general good health. I've become quite fond of this team. They seem to like me, they seemed genuinely interested in my well-being, they are kind, and I think it pleases them that I don't progress quickly.

I spent a longer time with Gwen. She is the nurse coordinator for the clinic, so she has a lot on her plate. She asks all the comprehensive questions, and tries to get a sense of where we patients are in our disease. We had a good conversation and I told her that I was going to be speaking at the church on Sunday. She cautioned me not to become overwhelmed, and I told her I knew how to set boundaries. I explained to her that I felt I was pretty well-adjusted to the situation, that I was not happy that I had ALS but I had mostly accepted it, was adapting, and was happy in spite of it. I asked her if other ALS patients had this attitude, she said no. During our conversation, Gwen looked at me very intently, searching my face to make sure I was sincere and not just putting up a brave front. I think she was satisfied.

Dr Bayat
Next came Dr Bayat. I think she, too, enjoys seeing me because I am so slow. More questions and the standard physical examination resulted in the same singsong response, "you are a slow progressor." She wanted to test my grip strength so went off to get the little gadget. While she was gone I pondered her words and thought about the big picture as well. I have ALS. Why? Why is it me? In the big roll of the dice, how did I end up here? I'm at the point now where I really don't ask this question very often. I think about it, but not much. The doctor's comment about my slow progression resonated in my mind, and I asked the same question: why is my progression slow? All those other patients who progressed so quickly -- why is my disease so different? Why am I so lucky -- and I AM lucky.

She came back with the gadget which indicated my grip had weakend in both hands. No surprise there.

As Dr. B. and I were finishing up, in came Dr. Justin Kwan from NIH. After some introductory pleasantries, it was revealed that Justin is involved in a research project and wants me to participate. It's not a drug trial, it's research to understand the effect of ALS on mood and memory. It will involve several visits to NIH and several very intense MRIs. I agreed immediately.

My final meeting was with Ellen Cochrane, one of my favorites. She is the patient services coordinator for the ALS Association, and is such a gem.

David Sedaris
On to other things. One of the books on CD that Jenny brought to me was David Sedaris live at Carnegie Hall. I've heard him on NPR, but only in short bursts. This CD had me laughing so hard I had tears running down my face! I highly recommend.

Grocery Stores
I left work and headed home. I called Cecilia and told her that I had to stop at the store and gas station on my way home. The first grocery store is a Bloom, formerly Food Lion. You know, a new name doesn't change a thing. It's still the yucky store it always was. Anyway, I was in search of a birthday cake with chocolate icing. I went to the bakery only to discover that all their sheet cakes have white icing. Grumbling, I left and headed to the Giant. My confidence in them was rewarded; when I walked in I could see the chocolate icing sheet cakes in the case. I walked over and was just about to pick up a cake when I realize what I thought was chocolate was in fact cardboard protecting the plastic case of a tray of cupcakes. I groaned. Fortunately there were two smaller cakes with chocolate, so I grabbed them.

In between grocery store one and grocery store two, I stopped at a gas station. The last time I purchased gas, a nice -- and very strong -- man put my gas cap back on. I can usually get the gas cap off, but not tonight. Luckily there were lots of people at the station so I was able to get help.

Cakes purchased, gas purchased, it was finally time to go home. Just as I was backing into the driveway, Kenny called. He is such a dear friend and his call was the perfect way to end the day.

Slow progression, funny CDs, and conversations with friends notwithstanding, I do occasionally get hit smack in the face with reality. I had one such smack today, but I checked it before it was too painful. Well, almost.

Keep smiling.


Clinic tomorrow

So. Just popped my meds and will go to bed after I post this entry. Need to be out of here by 5:30 so I can work a bit before I go to the clinic.

It should be a short visit, because I am still progressing slowly. I'll try and see the pulmonologist early -- that will help me get out early.

Yep, still slow. I felt slow on Sunday at the support group Christmas party. Let me think -- I believe there were five or six people in wheelchairs. Four of us were ambulatory, but only two -- Larry and I -- were minimally affected. Susan W. was there; her husband, Tony, died some months ago after a four year battle with ALS. So I'm thinking to myself, did his four years commence with his first symptom? Or his diagnosis? Because if it's from the first symptom, I'm two years into it.

Have I mentioned the thread on the PLM website that discusses whether or not the disease just stops? There's so much debate among the patients, but the importance of a positive attitude is paramount. I've said before that I latched onto Matt's suggestion that I will be one of the 5% that lives for a long time. I simply won't accept any other possibility. So there.

Well, this was just more of the same. I know it's repetitive, but I derive quite a bit of comfort when I shine a spotlight on the slowness. Thanks for putting up with me.

Sweet dreams.


Today's gift

Tree expert Mat arrived shortly after I published that last entry. He's a nice guy, gave me a fair price on the TWO TREES that need to come down. He also impressed me with his sense of charity. He does work for Habitat for Humanity and odd work for area churches. He asked if I wanted the wood from the trees, because if not, he'd give it to Habitat or a church. Said he could sell it but figured "I can make a few bucks or I can make a difference." I was moved by his kindness.

Nice guy.

I'm an idiot

I believe I've overdone it.

My arms hurt, my hands are twitching and spasming, my legs -- specifically, my quads -- are shaky and feel very weak. Very stupidly, I tried to take up tile from my basement floor. It comes off easily enough, however, it's not so easy for me. After only a few minutes, my quads felt like I'd run a marathon. My left arm, which was doing all the work, went into freak out mode and caused my hand to curl in a tight and painful spasm. My right hand and arm tried to contribute to the effort by picking up the tile that had been removed, but no good deed goes unpunished. I am breathing heavily and have an overall sense of fatigue. Sigh.

I find it interesting that this sort of effort leaves me winded. I still can run, albeit slowly, but I don't get nearly as winded as I did just now.

I don't think I mentioned what happened Thursday night. Arriving home in the rain, I made a dash for the front door. I didn't fall but my right leg sort of "gave" and I wobbled a bit. I experienced a similar feeling just a little while ago.

At times like this -- feeling the way I do right now -- I wonder how long I'll be able to enjoy the improvements to this house. I miss my stamina, my endurance, my strength. It's so frustrating and it makes me so mad.

On another note, I'm waiting for a tree expert to come over. As it happens, there seems to be a large root under my basement slab, causing it to crack. It's not dire, but I don't want it to get worse so I've called an expert to give me an estimate on removing the offending tree.

It's always something.


My little grand-dog-ter

She's such a little doll!


Reading in the car

Note to self. If you're going to listen to a CD full of tender stories, bring extra makeup.


Again, thinking too much

Several things I observed this evening; naturally I have to share before I go to bed.

First, when I shower I love the way the water hits the crown of my head. For some reason it's like a "sweet spot" and I can't believe how good it feels. It's soothing -- totally delicious! I could stand there all night, feeling the water hit my head and run through my hair.

Second, I can no longer support my weight on my left wrist. It's been sketchy but tonight my wrist gave out twice. The default support will have to be my elbow, just like on the right side.

And third. The procedure was a huge success. I'm so grateful I can't even describe it. As I've said before, I can't imagine anyone helping me with "that." But it does put me in mind of other things, little things we take for granted but at some point I won't be able to do for myself. Like brushing my teeth. Or shaving my legs. Or washing my hair.

I went to the PLM website today, and noticed several of my co-pals have changed color again. I see orange arms and legs, red arms and legs -- I know what this means. I know they can't do for themselves, and I wonder who does for them. Do they have hired help? Family and friends?

I think about the help I've already received from those of you who love me. You've cut my meat, you've put butter on my rolls, you've helped me dress -- easy stuff, considering. I have to be honest, I shudder to think about the hard stuff. I wonder how we'll handle it. I give you fair warning, I'm very particular about my oral hygiene and my hair. You may want to escape now, while you have the chance!

Thank goodness none of this will be necessary anytime soon.

Testing 123

Well, it was a nine point lead and now it's down to four. Oh well, at least the Wizards are playing better than they have been.

I'm testing my voice recognition software tonight. MacSpeech Dictate is what I'm using, seems to work quite well. Still working out a few bugs, but for the most part it's quite useful.

House update: I should be able to move furniture around downstairs this weekend. I'm meeting with the carpet people Thursday night, and hope to have it installed the Monday before Christmas. (Okay that last sentence worked really well.) I've never been so broke, but I've never liked my house more. I can't wait to curl up in my "serenity room," reading a book, listening to music, basking in the little tiny glow of my fake wood stove. :)

Jenny and "the Pouffe" stopped over this evening. Little Miss Stella was wearing her adorable new Mrs. Santa outfit -- talk about beauteous fair! Jenny came over to deliver the audio books I've reserved. When my office moves, my commute is going to be longer. So I decided to make use of the time and catch up on my "reading."

Wizards update: Juan Dixon just shot and put the Wizards at the century mark! They may win this game -- but they've got a long way to go to get to 500.

Anyway, the selection of audio books Jenny brought over really runs the gamut. I'll start things off tomorrow with a collection of stories from NPR's StoryCorps.

Okay, it's late. I'm done playing with this new software so I will sign off. Maybe next time I'll have something worthwhile to say!


Just sitting here, convulsing...

Wow. The middle finger on my right hand is convulsing and jumps around like a needle on very expensive medical equipment. I have to be cautious when typing because it strikes rapidly and firmly and without notice. I've said before, except for it being a condition of ALS, I think it's pretty cool.

But I do have some questions. Does this convulsive activity mean it's getting worse? Okay, it's always getting worse, but does it mean it's getting worse THIS MINUTE and after the jumping and crazy behavior stops, will I have lost more function? Should I be concerned about these attacks?

It has stopped, for the moment. Like a bratty child looking for attention, it was showing off until I looked at it. And no evidence of immediate loss of function.

Ya gotta love it when I ask AND ANSWER questions in one short post. Well, answered one question. It'll do.

Dropping like flies

Not a good thing. Seems every week or so I hear of someone else I know getting laid off.

Georgie-boy, you sure did a hell of a job as president. Wish someone had let you go eons ago.


It snowed a little last night...

So this morning's run was very pretty! The course took us along a residential boulevard and then to a paved trail. The scenery was just wonderful, the way the first dusting always is. The snow sparkled and added brightness to an already sunny morning. The light layer of snow on the trail was troublesome for my companions, but it was perfect for me. My great big feet, the way I strike with a flat foot, my cautious pace--all combined to make the trail the best part of the run. Lynne, Tam and Nell had to walk quite a bit, but slow, steady, mountain goat ol' me just kept on and on. It was a great run. So I'm two for two!

I am told tomorrow evening there is a meeting for prospective student drivers and their parent(s). Can you believe C Claire is a prospective student driver? No, neither can I. But it's true and tomorrow we go learn what's going to inch its way into our lives during the ensuing months. Sigh. My little girl...

I'm permanently installing some voice recognition software, hopefully tomorrow. I'm still doing okay typing, but occasionally feel tired in the right hand, particularly if I'm cold. I'll practice with it here, so there may be some LONG WINDED posts coming up. I'm sure I'll find it very useful when I write a bestseller. Yeah, right. That was a big fat joke!

Almost medbed time. Sweet dreams!



As I got dressed this morning, I was nervous and eager. Isn't that ridiculous? But I was.

When I got to the meeting place I was excited.

There were all the "team" members: Lynne, Tam, Nell, Cathie, Tiffany. And me.

We took off, the five of them running a good, strong pace while I stayed very conservative. No talking, no pushing. Just running the way I run. Now.

As I ran I thought of good things:
  • Muscles Lynne and Tam
  • Cold air
  • Legs that still run
  • Lungs that still breathe
  • Muscles that still propel
  • Cold air
  • Mittens
Ran the full course, about an hour long. Didn't feel tired at all, suffered no ill effects in the "procedure region." Decided that, in spite of it all, I am still a runner. Thank heaven.


DQ does not mean Dairy Queen

I observe the last several posts have been gloomy, and yesterday's was downright DramaQueeny. My apologies.

I listened to NPR's Story Corps this morning coming in. They told a story of a mother and daughter, and the daughter has a rare aging disease. Their story was simple, tender, beautiful. My eyes filled with tears as I listened and realized there is SO MUCH I have to be grateful for, I have no right at all to be unhappy.

So today I'm going to be happy.


I'm going to run

I was told after the procedure to wait two weeks before running. I can't stand it anymore. I told Lynne I was going to run Saturday morning. She suggested I call Dr Walker and let him know and see what he says. I will call. If he's not there or if I do not hear back before Saturday morning, I will still run. If I tire I will walk. But I am going crazy, I'm crying, I'm sad, I want to die, and I know it's the running. Oh, and ALS, but mostly the running.



*Pity party alert. I know I'm tired and that probably contributes to the tone of this post. Just letting you know.

My legs continue to feel heavy. Yeah, I know, I'm tired. But it's DIFFERENT. Just like my right arm is different--more different. My shoulder is more limited. We work on it at PT, I do my homework. End of the day, it hurts too go too far, which didn't used to be too far. My right hand can barely make a fist anymore. My left hand is feeling a lot like the right hand when I thought the right hand felt funny.

I'm getting a glimpse of what's ahead and I don't like it.

I was told today I'm handling this well. I'm not, not always, not really. Today is one of those days. Today I'm sad about things, a life I won't have. A life I want desperately and won't get to live. Things I will have to give up, likely sooner rather than later. Sometimes I want to give them up now because it hurts so much knowing that I'm really just drawing things out. But the thought of losing these very precious parts of my life fills me with more sadness.

Tomorrow I'll be asked how I am. I'll say I'm fine, maybe even peachy. And on one level that will be true and has to be true because what else is there?

The what else is where I am tonight.


Just making a note: my legs feel like lead today. My first few steps after sitting are awkward. Everything is suspect.

There's a silver lining somewhere.

Today is one of those days. Midnight to morning meltdown, lack of sleep, job issues...these things and more contributing to a funk.

What I need to do is face all these negatives and push past them. And drink gallons of coffee.


First trial in patients with a potential treatment of the incurable ALS muscle disease

2008-12-01 09:00

Leuven (Belgium), Stockholm (Sweden) - Permission has been granted to start the first safety and tolerability trial on patients for a remedy for ALS. ALS is an incurable, paralyzing neurodegenerative disorder that strikes 5 persons in every 100,000. The disease commonly affects healthy people in the most active period of their lives - without warning. Researchers from VIB at the K.U.Leuven have previously shown the possibilities for the use of VEGF in the treatment of ALS through work in animal models. The Swedish Biopharmaceutical company NeuroNova has already built upon this research. Together with UZ Leuven they'll start the first evaluation of safety and tolerability of the drug in patients by the end of this year. This is an important step in the development of a new treatment. It will take several years before the protein can be made available as a medicine.

An incurable disease of the muscles

Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) can strike anyone. The Chinese leader Mao Tse Tung, Russian composer Dimitri Shostakovich, the legendary New York Yankee baseball player Lou Gehrig, and astro-physicist Stephen Hawking have all been afflicted with ALS. About half of the patients dies within three years - some even in the first year - usually as a consequence of suffocation.

In ALS, the patient's nerve bundles that extend to the muscles deteriorate. As a result the patient loses control of the muscles, and progressively becomes paralyzed. The originating mechanism of this deadly disease of deterioration - which has an enormous medical and social impact - remains obscure. At present, the disease is totally untreatable.

VEGF: a promising candidate drug

VEGF is a substance that controls the growth of blood vessels. Unexpectedly, VEGF also helps neurons survive under stressful conditions. In 2001 Peter Carmeliet's team showed that too little VEGF causes ALS-like symptoms in mice. Later the group of Diether Lambrechts, Wim Robberecht and Peter Carmeliet showed that persons who produce too little VEGF - due to certain variations in the gene that codes for VEGF - have a higher risk of developing ALS. This was the starting point of a search for a possible treatment with the VEGF protein.

Testing the treatment on rats with a severe form of ALS and on rats with a milder form, the researchers found that, in both groups, the VEGF-treated rats manifested the disease later than the untreated animals, and they lived considerably longer.

Using a pump

The researchers also investigated what the optimal technique would be for administering VEGF. An ordinary injection proved to be ineffective. But continuous administration of the VEGF protein directly into the cerebrospinal fluid (the fluid that circulates around the brain and the spinal cord) was quite effective. This was possible by means of a small pump that continuously pumps the VEGF protein in the brain. Furthermore, this technique permits a patient-oriented approach by enabling the administered dose of the VEGF protein to be easily controlled.

A story with several players

These encouraging and promising results were only the first steps on the way to a new remedy. Anders Haegerstrand and his team of the Swedish company NeuroNova have taken the development of the treatment further. After additional studies this research has reached the stage of starting the first trial in patients. Wim Robberecht (UZ Leuven) and Markus Jerling (NeuroNova) will co-ordinate this first trial which is intended to evaluate the safety and tolerability of the drug and the infusion system. It is planned to start at the end of this year, and the investigator Dr Robberecht is currently looking for patients who are eligible for participation. These regulated studies on ALS patients will have to demonstrate the safety of the VEGF administration, and in a later stage the efficacy of VEGF as ALS therapy, before the protein can be made available as a medicine. Such procedures can easily last several years.


Given that this research can raise a lot of questions for patients, we ask you to please refer questions in your report or article to the email address that VIB makes available for this purpose: . Everyone can submit questions concerning this and other medically-oriented research directly to VIB via this address.

For practical information concerning the clinical trials you can contact Petra Tilkin (

More information

For more information on this project, please contact

the VIB Communication Service: +32 9244 66 11

Peter Carmeliet: +32 16 34 61 42 of +32 475 87 13 79

Wim Robberecht: +32 16 33 07 70 (0486 09 85 69)

Anders Haegerstrand, CSO, NeuroNova: +46 8786 0900,

Markus Jerling, NeuroNova: + 46 8786 0900,

For more information on NeuroNova, please contact

Ulf Ljungberg, NeuroNova: +46 8786 0900,

More info on

Relevant scientific publications

  • Lambrechts et al., Meta-analysis of VEGF variations in ALS: increased susceptibility in male carriers of the -2578AA genotype (J. Med. Genet., epub, July 2008)
  • Zacchigna et al., Neurovascular signalling defects in neurodegeneration (Nature reviews Neuroscience, Vol 9, March 2008, 169-181)
  • Lambrechts and Carmeliet, VEGF at the neurovascular interface: Therapeutic implications for motor neuron disease (Biochimica et Biophysica Acta (BBA) - Molecular Basis of Disease, Vol 1762, Issues 11-12, November-December 2006, 1109-1121)
  • Storkebaum et al., Treatment of motoneuron degeneration by intracerebroventricular delivery of VEGF in a rat model of ALS (Nature Neuroscience, Vol 8(1), January 2005, 85-92)
  • Azzouz et al., Deletion of the hypoxia-response element in the vascular endothelial growth factor promoter causes motor neuron degeneration (Nature, vol 429,27 May 2004, 413-417)
  • Lambrechts et al., VEGF is a modifiere of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis in mice and humans and protects motoneurons against ischemic death (Nature Genetics, Vol 34(4), August 2003, 383-94)
  • Skene & Cleveland, Hypoxia and Lou Gehrig (Nature Genetics, vol 28, June 2001, 107-108)
  • Oosthuyse et al., Deletion of the hypoxia-response element in the vascular endothelial growth factor promoter causes motor neuron degeneration (Nature Genetics, Vol 28, June 2001, 131-138)

Note for the editor

The fundamental preclinical VEGF research was done by Diether Lambrechts, Wim Robberecht and Peter Carmeliet of the VIB Vesalius Research Center, K.U.Leuven, under direction of Peter Carmeliet (, )

The further development of the research is done by NeuroNova ( The clinical trial is done in collaboration with Wim Robberecht, linked to UZ Leuven ( and the research group ‘Neurobiology' of the VIB Vesalius Research Center, K.U.Leuven (More info:


VIB, the Flanders Institute for Biotechnology, is a non-profit research institute in the life sciences. Some 1100 scientists and technicians conduct strategic basic research on the molecular mechanisms that control the functioning of the human body, plants, and micro-organisms. Through a close partnership with four Flemish universities - Ghent University, the Katholieke Universiteit Leuven, the University of Antwerp, and the Vrije Universiteit Brussel - and a solid investment program, VIB unites the forces of 65 research groups in a single institute. Their research aims at fundamentally extending the frontiers of our knowledge. Through its technology transfer activities, VIB strives to convert the research results into products for the benefit of consumers and patients. VIB also develops and distributes a broad range of scientifically substantiated information about all aspects of biotechnology. More info at:


The University of Leuven is Belgium's largest university and one of the oldest universities in Europe, founded in 1425. It is a comprehensive university with 14 faculties, with a long tradition of high-quality interdisciplinary research and teaching. The University of Leuven has over 33,000 students (12 percent international) and over 17,000 staff members (8,600 in the various university departments and 8,700 at UZ Leuven, the university hospital). More info at:


NeuroNova ( is a Swedish bio-pharmaceutical company based in Stockholm, Sweden. NeuroNova has two drug candidates nearing clinical development for Parkinson's disease and ALS. NeuroNova works with neurogenesis and neuroprotection for the treatment of several currently incurable neurodegenerative diseases, including Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's disease, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) and Huntington's disease.

UZ Leuven

UZ Leuven is a university hospital with a reputation throughout Europe as a centre of medical excellence. High-quality, customised patient care, multidisciplinary cooperation, innovation and continuous training all go hand in hand at UZ Leuven. Thanks to the dedication and drive of our motivated staff, we are able to achieve our mission day in, day out.

Mention both VIB and the university

When reporting this research, please always mention VIB as well as the university concerned.


Acknowledging a gift.

Do I say it too often? Do I say it enough?

I am one of the luckiest people in the world.

Lynne. My friend. Thank you.



I don't even know where to begin, so I'll start at Bistro D'Oc. C Claire and I slogged through horrible traffic northbound and managed to get to DC only five minutes past our dinner reservation hour. As is her custom, C Claire ordered escargots. I ordered the special: homemade sausage with pommes frites. I enjoyed a kir Royale with my salad and was pleased with the looks of the meal I'd ordered. C Claire attempted to use the escargots tongs but, since I can no longer assist, abandoned them and used her fingers! All was well, the food was delicious. But then....I was trying to cut another piece of my sausage in that new, awkward way I have, when my knife slipped. My sausage flew smack onto the shoe of the man seated to my right and bounced under the seats. I gasped, he looked over, I apologized, he made nothing of it and went back to his wine. I stole a glance at his shoe and was horrified to see the sausage had left its mark!

Leaving the restaurant we headed over to the Verizon Center and the Wizards game. We got to our seats just at tip-off and saw the terrible start--it was painful to watch! Or was it? No, in fact, the pain was my stomach, reacting to dinner and being three days post-ablation. I will simply say I spent most of the first half in the ladies' room. When I finally returned to my seat I asked C Claire if it would be okay if we left; I got no argument from her there!

We had an uneventful ride over to National Harbor, where we were spending the night. The Westin is a lovely hotel and C Claire and I were very comfortable. The beds were so fluffy and soft and inviting, and the pillow was calling and my cheek felt very happy nestled in it...sleep was a luxurious experience that night!

This morning, Sunday, we woke up to gloom and rain, but it didn't matter. We were still warm and cozy and didn't have to rush anywhere. The Starbucks coffee in the room was fresh and fabulous; I read; Cecilia did some homework; we got cleaned up and packed our backpacks and called for our car at 11:41. Which they didn't get. We could see the car from our window. We were going to go down when we saw the car leave, but it never did. Heaving a bit of a frustrated sigh, I gathered us together and headed down to the lobby. The key was still in the cubby...they'd not even gotten the message to the valet parker. Realizing the view I had from our room was just a little ways up the street, C Claire and I thanked everyone and left. Much easier and quicker!

Kooza. A five-minute drive found us at the VIP parking lot and a short walk took us to the Tapis Rouge entrance. I was greeted with a mimosa, I was divested of my coat, C Claire and I had our picture taken. The rotating hors d'oeuvre stand, the "shrimp in spoon" stand, the tortellini stand--it was quite a feast! And the ambience of the whole room was wonderful.

But nothing, nothing nothing nothing, compares to that which is Kooza. Our seats were front and center and from start to finish it was a banquet for all the senses. I've never been so captivated, so entertained, so amused, so frightened! The dizzying feats by the acrobats, the beauty of the costumes and makeup, the whole afternoon was surreal and magical. I was like a small child, watching and holding my breath and gasping. Like a child, I was horribly disappointed when it was over. I'll never forget this. I hope C Claire enjoyed it even half as much as I did--I'm sure she did.

I hope I dream about Kooza tonight. I'm such a goofy little kid.


Coming up: A Magical Weekend

Today is day three and I am happy to report NO ill effects from Wednesday. I've not taken a single pain pill and feel completely normal. I'd run, except I was told not to and I do occasionally follow doctor's orders.

I've become quite the fatty. It's going to be worse after two weeks of sloth.

This afternoon C Claire and I are headed to DC for dinner at Bistro D'Oc, then a Wizards game. Eddie Jordan is gone, which is sad, but the team is the team and we'll be there in Section 107 cheering them on. After the game we head to National Harbor where we'll spend the night. Sunday we are going to Cirque de Soleil!! I feel like a little kid, I'm so excited about this! C Claire will bring her camera and we'll try to get some cool photos.

Having nothing more of any interest to offer, I will say good day. And good night. And good weekend.


Mark Cuban Wisdom

"...Is there any doubt that the next “bailout scandal” will be banks and other bailout recipients sponsoring Inauguration events or spending boatloads of money to attend ?

Note to PE Obama, have your staff scrub the sponsors list and look for the words “bank”, GM, Ford and Chrysler and then google all sponsors for the word “layoff”..

I cannot describe the rage I feel thinking that my taxpayer dollars, which ultimately fund all these unwise bailouts, will contribute to continued irresponsible spending on the part of these unchastened executives. Why, why, WHY are they still at the helm? Oh wait. I forgot. We did the same thing with our last president...


Happy Thanksgiving

I'm at Becky's, listening to music on my laptop, smelling the turkey that's been cooking since 11PM, feeling very content.

Yesterday's outpatient procedure went well. I was worried that something would go wrong and I'd come out of it with reduced function, but today all is well. I don't have any pain so won't need the painkillers, thank goodness. I don't like how they make me feel.

It was Thanksgiving last year when I told the girls about Louise. I remember the four of us huddled in a hug as we contemplated what my diagnosis meant for our family. Honestly, this time last year I was convinced I'd be in a different (translated: worse) state than I actually am today. Yeah, my hand function is worse, but IT STILL FUNCTIONS. I am so grateful, thankful, hopeful--odd to say that in the face of a disease like ALS, but I am. Every single day I am given is a gift and I am very cognizant of that gift--those gifts.

Happy Thanksgiving my dear ones. I love you with all my heart.


I'm having a moment.

It's cold in the house because the crew is here working so the heat is off. My whole body is cold but mostly my hands, which don't do so well under these conditions. I keep having to cup them together and blow on them. Since the guys are here, I am relegated to my room and I can't get comfortable because Cecilia is still asleep (yes, in my room, along with Flapper), and I am having difficulty scooching myself up on the pillow. My cold hands and dumb weak wrists and arms are plaguing me there. And my arms are twitching so much it's making me nuts.

I'm hungry and I can't eat. It's past 11 so I can't drink.

I'm a little scared about The Procedure, even though I know it'll be fine. Thoughts of not being able to move my arms or hands, falling, suffering any sort of worsened progression, haunt me.

I read a few posts on the PLM site about my "friends" who have a) choked and b) fallen. When I read about them it breaks my heart. One of the posts was titled "My world changed again today." I wanted to cry.

My good glasses broke.

I suffered a disappointment that is making me very sad.

Sometimes it is very hard to keep a smile on this stupid old face.

I'm just pitiful.


Ya gotta love Mother Nature. Today is the day of The Procedure and good old Mother Nature has decided to get one last jab in, just for good measure. It won't change anything, it's simply amusing.

I've just come back from a final run and I'm drinking clear liquids. I won't be able to run for two weeks. My running has been so slow I might not notice!


Monday, Monday, so good to me

I'm sitting here, trying to decide on a catchy opening sentence. My hands are resting on the keyboard. Idiot things keep twitching.

That's not quite the opening I'd planned, but it'll do. Twitchy hands are so interesting.

It was an eventful day. I woke up at 5 and checked email, met Lynne at 7 for breakfast. She went on her way and I stayed, wired and working at Panera, until I left for my pre-op. I met with Dr Walker (no, I didn't scare him this time with my hysteria); had my blood drawn; pre-registered for Wednesday; and had an EKG. I guess my heart was fine...I haven't heard any discouraging words. As always, I am struck by the absurdity of being so friggin' healthy, except for Louise. The lab technician commented on my nice dark iron-rich blood.

While I was waiting for all these different appointments, I got an email from FLS Reporter Cathy Dyson. She was contacted by Yaron Deskalo, a producer for ESPN's E:60 show. He'd read her article and wrote, "I think her story about defying the odds and pushing to the end is important for our viewers to hear." Being the camera whore I am, and--more seriously--having an opportunity to increase ALS awareness, I contacted him. He called me as I was driving home, listened to all my drivel, and said he was going to try to sell it to the ESPN powers that be. I don't know what will come of it, but it'd be so cool if it came to pass.

I've said there is a responsibility that goes along with Louise, and that is to show a good face, a courageous face, a determined face. Whether I'm talking to a reporter, or talking to my children, or talking to myself (yeah, sometimes I do), I need to show that the disease may take my muscles, may rob me of my mobility, may deny me the ability to speak or swallow or even breathe, but it will not take away me. I am stronger than Louise in that regard.

ANYWAY, tomorrow is a regular work day and then The Procedure and Thanksgiving. I know I'll be giving thanks for so much--too much to list here. But you know me, and you know I am grateful for slow progression and good health, but mostly you. I don't know how I'd make it without you.


Today's take away

Looking ahead, years and years from now, to a time when I am not running, I want to remember today.

Lynne, Nell and I met at the battlefield for an hour run. I brought my iPod to change things up a bit. We were almost halfway into the run, Lynne and Nell well ahead of me, when I was overcome with the gift that the day was. At that moment one of my favorite Zydeco bands came on--a happy, lively little tune--and I couldn't help myself; I ran a little faster, I looked around at the clear day and the shining sun and my friends and was very well aware that, despite dumb ol' Louise, I was still outside, running, breathing, living. I almost cried with the joy I felt.


Heaven, I'm in Heaven...

My feet hurt. While I was standing in the shower I realized they still hurt from this morning's run. It's mostly just plain old hurtin' from running two hours, with a dash of plantar fasciitis.

What I wish right this minute is that I could have someone rub my feet for HOURS, from toe to heel, hitting all the spots that are troublesome. Ahhhh, wouldn't that be heavenly?

Speaking of heavenly, two items:

I had my car serviced today ($$$$$$) and the service manager, Mike, stopped to talk with me. Seems he read The Articles and was inspired. We chatted for a bit and he (don't laugh) asked me if I would consider speaking at his church, on the topic "live each day as if it were your last." I am flattered; don't know how well I'll do, but I agreed. Gulp!

I bought a little goodie for the Serenity Room!

Oooh, I'm feeling cozy already! Now, if only I had a foot person, I'd be all set.

Cold Running --yay!

Twenty degrees and sunny, what a fabulous morning for a run. Clicked off two hours and change, and confess to feeling it after a buck forty-five. No worries, haven't been doing too much weekday running and my weekend running has been spotty since NY. Back on track now. But I won't run over two hours or so anymore anyway, just because.

One of the things I pondered during my run (when I was not hearing that stupid Chicken Dance song in my head, thanks a bunch, Tam!) was this: The muscles I break down don't rebuild, so no more hard running. But don't my muscles break down no matter what? If I'm walking across the office? Walking in the grocery store? I know it's not at the same level, but still.

Just wondering.


Chez Chaise

I am starting to be impatient about the house. I just want it done so I can put my house back in its usual state of (dis)order. I also want to get the carpet for downstairs so I can use my serenity room.

One item of furniture I'd like to put in the room is a chaise lounge. And not just ANY chaise lounge, I want a ZEBRA chaise lounge, to wit:

I'm not overly crazy about this one, but it is almost affordable, if I give up food.

I'd have to give up food and my meds for this one. It would be worth it.

This one is just for show. I really can't even afford to look at it.

Another option would be a red chaise with a zebra throw. I like that idea, too.

An electric fireplace is also on the list. No TV, just a docking station for my iPod. I can see myself, chaise lounging, iPodding, being serene. Aaaahhhhh....


Stupid boots

Thanks, Kendall. Maybe today was just a fluke, maybe I'll be able to put my boots on by myself next time. But today I couldn't and you helped me.

Thank you.


Taking Note

I was re-reading an earlier post where I described the condition of my right hand. It is from February. Last February my right pinky had seceded and the ring finger was following.

Today, nine months later, all the fingers stand separate. There's no muscle at all in my thumb, which curls in even when I knead and massage it. For that matter, all my right hand fingers curl, even when massaged. The lower knuckle of my pinky is sensitive and sore and has been for about a month. I cannot touch my right thumb to my pinky.

I am writing this because it's important to note what has happened in nine months' time.

I mentioned in a recent post that my left hand is beginning to undergo changes; the pinky and, to an extent, the ring finger are separating. I still have muscle in my thumb but I see the atrophy which is beginning between the thumb and forefinger. I can still touch my thumb to my pinky.

So. It's November now. Nine months from now it will be August. I wonder if my left hand will mimic the progression of the right. And I wonder where the right will be then.


Richmond Recap

Today was a very memorable day. It was Becky's first half marathon, it was Melanie's first half marathon, it was John Wallace's first marathon, and it was Lynne's 30th marathon. Tam also did the full; Kendall, Keri and Meghan also ran the half, oh! it was a first for Meghan, too. Just so I don't leave anyone out, bright and shiny Thull was there (and was soundly beaten by his daughter Jennifer).

Becky had predicted she'd do a 2:10. Her longest training run was last weekend--she did 10 miles. Melanie's longest distance was 5! They started together and stayed together the entire race. Not talking much, but strengthened by the presence of the other. They finished together with a chip time of 2:07!!!!!!! I am so pleased for them both and I am SO PROUD of my daughter.

Kendall did a better time than at the National Half, despite the foul temperature. I hope she is aware of how strong a runner she is, and how much potential she has.

John Wallace did so well for his first marathon! He's sore now, and will be for a few days, but he earned it. He worked hard and I am totally impressed with him.

So. Lynne's 30th marathon. She said it was tough on her for at least ten reasons, and we came up with two more during the post-race analysis. She and Tam define strength and persistence. It was much warmer than is typical for Richmond and they were still recovering from the "marathon+" they'd run two weeks ago. Lynne actually called me at mile 22. She borrowed someone's phone, said she had to hear my voice. This broke my heart in several million places. I wished I'd had the means to fly to her side, pull her through this tough spot, get her back on track.

Post-race she pointed out this is the first race I haven't at least been somewhere on the course--more pieces of broken heart. FORTUNATELY bright and shiny Thull was there so I said she'd have to run with him going forward. Inside, though, my heart was still breaking. It broke some more in the car on the way home when she said she hated ALS.

I hate ALS, too. I hate it so much.


Stem Cells

This is interesting.

Stem Cells From Lou Gehrig’s Patients Hold Secrets to the Disease

Scientists turn skin cells into stem cells (left), and then into neurons (right), and now wait for them to die. <br>[Credit: Left-NIH, Right-Arnaud333]

Scientists turn skin cells into stem cells (left), and then into neurons (right), and now wait for them to die.
[Credit: Left-NIH, Right-Arnaud333]

Geneticists hope their stem cell research will find new drugs against this debilitating disease.

By Carina Storrs, posted November 14th, 2008.

Scientists have achieved the tricky task of transforming skin cells from Lou Gehrig's disease patients into stem cells. This breakthrough may speed the search for a cure for Lou Gehrig's disease, which slowly and inexorably destroys nerve cells. Using the stem cells, researchers can observe the progression of the disease replayed in a Petri dish and test a battery of experimental drugs aimed at halting nerve cell death.

This development will soon allow scientists to examine the events that cause nerve cells to die, says Dr. Robert Brown at the University of Massachusetts Medical School. Brown has studied neuromuscular diseases for about 30 years but was not involved in the study.

Lou Gehrig's disease, also known as Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis or ALS afflicts about 5,000 new people every year in the United States. It kills 90 percent of them within five years of diagnosis. ALS patients gradually lose the ability to walk, eat and even breathe as the nerve cells that control muscle activity, called motor neurons, waste away. The genes that are associated with Lou Gehrig's disease are only known for 10 percent of all cases.

Until now, the only window into the role genetics plays in the disease's progression was a breed of lab mouse that develops ALS. In the mouse model of ALS, a single gene is responsible for the disease. In humans, a similar gene is thought to be responsible for only about one percent of ALS cases.

To create a better model for understanding ALS, researchers at Harvard and Columbia Universities took cells from the skin of about 20 ALS patients and reprogrammed them into stem cells. Like embryonic stem cells, reprogrammed stem cells have the ability to become any cell in the human body.

"It's actually quite difficult, but for almost every patient who's given us a skin biopsy, we have been able to reprogram their cells [into stem cells]," says John Dimos, the lead author on the study recently published in the journal Science. Dimos is now a senior scientist at iZumi Bio, a biotechnology company in Mountain View, Calif.

Next, the researchers stimulated the stem cells with small molecules and turned them into motor neurons, the cells affected by ALS. Each patient's batch of motor neurons carries a unique genetic profile that is responsible for ALS.

The researchers hope to study ALS in the context of these different genetic profiles. They do not know how different genes associated with ALS might influence events inside the cells that cause them to die. But, by using this system, they can start to examine what goes wrong inside the motor neurons as they age from the earliest stages. Depending on what they observe, they can choose drugs from the thousands of potential candidates and screen them against the stem cell-derived neurons for ones that prevent them from dying.

However, even before researchers can start looking for new therapeutics that ameliorate ALS, the scientists must confirm that the reprogrammed motor neurons deteriorate under laboratory conditions like they do in the bodies of ALS patients. "The disease can take 35 to 40 years to develop in patients, which is not useful," notes study collaborator Hynek Wichterle of Columbia University's Center for Neurobiology and Behavior. To make the process a valuable tool for lab researchers, they hope to see cell death within days, he says. Previous work from the teams at Harvard and Columbia suggests several molecules can accelerate the motor neuron death seen in the disease, offering shortcuts for the researchers.

The ultimate goal of the stem cell research plan by Dimos and his collaborators is to create healthy motor neurons in a Petri dish that doctors can put back into the ALS patient. "That's a long, long ways away, and I think it would be cruelly misleading to suggest anything else," says Dr. Robert Brown at the University of Massachusetts Medical School. Experts are quick to point out that many obstacles remain, like ensuring that the transformed cells remain motor neurons.

In addition, while the ALS system appears to be a breakthrough, the scientists still think it leaves room for improvement. "This system is Version 1.0," cautions Kevin Eggan of the Harvard Stem Cell Institute, who oversaw the study. His immediate goal is to determine how the induced stem cells created artificially from skin cells differ from embryonic stem cells that occur naturally in the body.

As the technique improves, Brown predicts that the induced stem cell system will allow researchers to make great strides forward in the study of other brain diseases like Alzheimer's and Parkinson's, as well as degenerative muscle, heart and liver diseases. "It's almost as big as human biology itself. It's such a huge area now, with so much explosive growth," he says.
Related on Scienceline:

Visit stem cell scientist Hynek Wichterle's lab.

A new way to make stem cells.

Chimera controversy: mixing species together for better stem cells.

Quite a breakthrough, yes? The trouble with articles like this is that they make me the beginning. As I near the end the cold, harsh reality sets in that this is just the first, tiny baby step and there is a long way to go. I hope their research and application is speedier than my progression.


More Bailout News

I paid $1.89 for gas today. Won't be long before those ol' oil companies, led by poor W and his friends, come knocking on Uncle Sam's door.

Today was ultrasound day. Sorry, no pictures, they don't give you pictures of just plain empty uteri. Anyway, I had to have two types: external and INTERNAL. I tried to imagine what the probe was going to look like, but when the technician, Ashley, showed me I about died. I looked at her and said, "You know, it looks like..." -- she interrupted me to tell me she'd heard it before.

Ladies (and the couple of men I know read this), we really do have to suffer quite a lot of indignity being women. I will not go into detail, I doubt it's necessary. Suffice it to say I am glad I won't be doing that again. I hope.

So now the preapproval stuff required by the insurance company is done. Next step is the pre-op visit, then the deed. I can't tell you how I am looking forward to it. It never ceases to amaze me that I am in such good health in every way but one. Oh, Irony.

Matt comes in tomorrow as there are some transition issues to deal with. It'll be good to see him.

I wonder what gas will cost this weekend?


Ranting Like a Madwoman

Posted a new commercial by the ALS Association in Canada. It's rough, so beware.

Now. The promised rant.

When I'm driving home I occasionally have some very wicked ideas. One of these is the fantasy that, when I'm nearing the time when I won't be driving much anymore--or at all--it would be nice to bump into the following vehicles, knowing it won't matter:
  • Cars bearing any sticker that says "W" or "Bush Cheney" or "McCain Palin". Palin. What the hell was THAT all about anyway?
  • Cars bearing any form of the confederate flag (yes, lower case, on purpose), or stickers that say "Heritage not Hate". Idiots. It's a heritage based on hate.
  • Cars with two or more "ribbon" magnets (one is bad enough) UNLESS the ribbons are about autism or ALS (self serving? yes. so what.)
  • Hummers with yellow ribbons. The stupid war is about the stupid oil you put in your stupid gas guzzler so stop with the stupid hypocrisy. It's the ultimate disrespect to those men and women serving our country.
  • Cars (or, as is more typical pickup trucks) with stickers relating to GRITS. Assholes.
  • Any vehicle with testicles dangling from the trailer hitch.
There are more, which I'll add when I can remember them. I welcome any additions to the list.

Not that I can bump into them, which I'd like, but what's up with the stupid car makers looking for a handout? They should be going to the fucking oil companies with their outstretched hands, not the US taxpayer. Fuck all those SUV producing no consequences to the executives car companies. They can go to hell. Grousing about producing cars that meet a minimum CAFE standard and now this. Fuck 'em all. Of course, with oil at under $58/barrel today, the oil companies are going to cry poor and will probably come looking for a handout, too, since they'll only be making $4 zillion in profits instead of $5 zillion.

And finally, I have heard there are jokes circulating about the new President, jokes that are racial in nature. I beg all those who would hear them NOT to repeat them and to accord the same respect to the incoming President that was accorded the outgoing President. You don't have to like him, you don't have to agree with him. But please, PLEASE do not become part of a larger problem by repeating a joke that may seem funny but is rooted in hate. Do not propagate ignorance.

Yeah, I'm on a tear. I'm fed up.

Good night.


Poor, poor Dr Walker. And poor, poor me.

Biopsies of the uterus HURT. I hate my annual pap test because of the pain and this was about a million times worse. Fortunately, because I had the biopsy, I don't have to have the pap. Whew, what a relief.

Scary note: during the lighthearted chatter following the biopsy, Dr Walker bent over and wiped up something off the floor. I freaked and said "was that ME??!!?!?!?!?!" to which kind, terrified Dr Walker said not to worry, it was only Betadine. I'm still not sure I'm convinced. And I'm pretty sure I scarred Dr Walker for life.

Happy note: BP was 108/68. Not the sky-high reading I always get at the idiot clinic.

I have my ultrasound Wednesday, painless except for the discomfort of a full bladder. I just hope I don't embarrass myself.

Okay, enough TMI talk.

Today brought another Matt-transition. He's cleaning some things up on his end and one of those things is his google calendar, which I USED to have rights to. No more. I got an automatically generated email advising me and I started to cry. How stupid was that? But it breaks my heart and for some reason I'm not adapting very well. As I've said ad nauseum, I am tired of having to fucking adapt to stuff. Isn't the goddamn disease enough? Sigh. I guess not. And I know everything happens for a reason, but c'mon.

I know. Get over it, right? Yeah, well, I'm having a hard time with this one and I am permitting myself a good wallow. I may show a good face at work but I don't have to here.

House update:
It's cold outside. I realized the value of my new doors and windows the minute I walked into the house. The heat wasn't even on and it was toasty.

Little Gifts from Louise

For the past four days my right middle finger has been spasming in toward my hand. It's not constant, but consistent, occurring either with rapid-fire repetitiveness or single little blasts. It's a strong spasm and I feel it all the way down my forearm. Pretty weird. As I've said before, if I didn't know that it was ALS causing it, I'd even think it was sort of cool. And on one level it is amusing, and I find myself laughing. What's the alternative?

More to laugh about: I'm wearing sensible shoes, pregger pants, I'm driving a car that has a nice grippy steering wheel and a doorknob adapter on the gearshift, and the key, encased in foam tubing, sits in the cupholder.

Today I will have a biopsy, Wednesday an ultrasound, all because of the endometrial ablation that is scheduled for the 26th.

All these things are the result of my relationship with Louise. That stupid cow has changed my life, hasn't she.


Oooh la la, Momma's gonna look so fine!

New purchases: neoprene steering wheel cover (to improve grip); and new pants, suitable for work, that have an amazing stretchy waistband and no buttons or zipper. How did I come by these delightful pants? Why, in the maternity section at Target. Yes, you heard right. Muscle Tam had suggested this several days ago and so I checked it out. Gone are the days of pregger pants with those gross big old tummy panels, today's options are cut a little different and have a more flattering stretchiness. I'm going to get a pair of jeans, too, at Kohl's. It's nice having this avenue available to me. Thanks for the fabulous idea, Tam!!!

Went to the November support group meeting today with Muscle Lynne. I actually enjoy these sessions now and derive great benefit from them. And the other PALS-- today these were Michael, Pat, Larry, Karen, Kyle--and their spouses and friends are SO wonderful. Karen, who I met for the first time today, said she'd had a feeling similar to mine her first time at a support group meeting: she wasn't ready for it. She is in a chair now, can't walk at all. She was diagnosed four months before I was. The stories she and her husband told us had everyone laughing, seems she's ready for it now.

Time for bed. I'm unaccountably tired this evening.


Post Race Saturday

Had an unusual, unwelcome experience today.

I have become accustomed to the spasms and cramping in my fingers, hands, arms. And in my toes, feet and legs. I had one NECK spasm a while back, an isolated incident.

Today I had a spasm in my left ribcage area. I know these for what they are, so I won't pretend it's something else. But shit. I hope it, too, is an isolated incident.

I ran this morning, first time since the race. It wasn't as cold as I'd hoped but cold enough we had to go back for a glove for my right hand. Lynne and Janice, those speedy girls, would run ahead and come back for me. I'm glad Lynne has other people to run with, who can run at her pace. She's a dear to come back for me but I am not her equal anymore and she really needs Janice, Tiffany, Cathie, Nell and Tam. They, however, will have to defer to me for the after run beverage--there is where I can still give Lynne a run for her money!

Anyway, legs are tired but okay, and we will run again tomorrow. And next week. And next month. And next year.


I just added a sidebar link to a CNN interview with my friend, Thom Cuddy, a vet who also has ALS. Make sure to watch it. He's had ALS for more than five years--he's been a slow progressor, too. Good man.




I'm playing with a new look here. Feedback appreciated.

Hey, it's a distraction.


Number 26

Well. It's Monday night. What a weekend.

Lynne and I arrived in New York before 2PM Friday and were in our hotel room before 2:30. We checked out the neighborhood and wandered into a bar for a few drinks. Early to bed Friday night!

Saturday, woke up and got ready to head to the expo. Our original plans to meet Adam there at 9 didn't happen, we got to the Jacob Javits Center near 10AM instead. (Interesting note: Jacob Javits died of ALS.) We checked in and headed over to pick up our bibs; Lynne to the 33000 stall and I to the 35000 stall. Just about the same time we both discovered our bib numbers had been changed due to our new VIP status. The new and improved bibs were located and off we went to get our t-shirts and stuff-in-a-bag-that-we-almost-always-throw-away. We shopped a bit at the expo; Lynne found a nice hoodie that had been marked down to $30 so she snagged it. We were finishing up when we heard from Adam. He met us and we walked toward Penn Station to grab lunch and meet Jeff (Adam's dad). Adam's tres cool friend Aric joined us and we had a wonderful meal and sinfully delicious pumpkin pie! Jeff arrived just as we were ready to go so we parted and went on to wait for Tam. Sitting on the steps of the Post Office building was a great place to rest while we waited and I was starting to feel tired. When Tam showed up we walked back toward the Javits Center; once there I grabbed a cab back to the hotel while Lynne stayed with Tam. Lynne was miffed to see that the $30 hoodie had been marked down to $20 in the short time since she'd purchased hers!

I put my feet up for a bit, and at 3PM heard from Adam that he and Jeff were on their way over. Lynne and Tam were headed back, and Tom and Cathy were coming over, too! I'd arranged with the reporter from NYU to meet us at 4, so the timing was perfect. We all walked over to the bar across the street and met Nuzhat (NYU), who found us to be a jovial and entertaining bunch. It was a hoot having my friends around. At one point during the interview, however, I caught
sight of Adam crying, and then noticed Cathy was wiping her eyes, too.

Sometimes I forget that my friends are affected by this. It breaks my heart that it causes them pain.

Sigh. So. Interview over, Lynne and I headed over to go to Mass. We concluded that the homily was probably very lovely, if we'd been able to understand the priest who had an unbelievably thick and heavy maybe-French accent. Hard to tell. Next to a nearby Uno's for a pasta dinner, then an early bedtime. Tam was staying with us and got to bunk with Lynne. It seems that, while Lynne and I travel well together, it's because we are oblivious to each other's idiosyncracies. Tam said she didn't sleep well because a) Lynne made whistley noises in her sleep, b) I snored, c) it was cold (we like a cold room), and d) she kept losing the covers. It seems Lynne would push off the covers and Tam was left with just a little corner. I'm still laughing about Tam's description of her night from hell!

We got dressed, packed our gear, grabbed a cab, and headed to the VIP bus. Found it, boarded, headed to Staten Island and the VIP tent. We wondered, since Adam and Jeff had managed to snag VIP accommodations courtesy of the Food Emporium Sweepstakes, if their tent would be anywhere near ours. Anyway, we arrived and were herded into the very nice and warm tent, complete with chairs and breakfast and coffee. We got comfortable, had breakfast, and were enjoying being warm! At the two NYC marathons I'd run before, the temperature had been moderate enough a warm tent wasn't necessary. This day, however, we were so lucky to have this luxury! I had to go out to the porta-johns a couple times and it was COLD and I saw people huddled against trees and each other. Not long after we'd finished eating we saw another herd of people coming into the tent--including Adam and Jeff! What a happy coincidence!

The "007" group, my group, was called. We said goodbye to Adam and Jeff, grabbed our bag, and followed our team leader. He and his crew used raised hands to keep the group together (a method we employed on the course). We deposited our bag and were led to the race start--Wave 1, with the professional men and other elite athletes. What a riot!

Lynne and Tam had decided they were going to stay with me, despite my objections. Since I clearly am not the boss of either of them, I relented. The gun went off and there was the Verrazano Narrows bridge, in all its windy uphilliness, welcoming us. I had planned on walking this first mile and did, but sent Lynne and Tam on their way. It was too cold for them to walk and, since I was at the back of the first wave, I knew they'd be able to find me after I crested the hill. It was the oddest sensation being on that bridge, virtually all by myself. The previous two marathons I'd run with the crowds. This was peaceful, despite the wind and the cold. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for the weather--this was my kind of day!

Caught up with Lynne and Tam and away we went. They'd get ahead of me but would keep me in sight and the raised hand signal worked like a charm, most of the time! I ran steady, conservatively, watched my step when there were grates and things. I walked the hills and when I felt tired. I spoke very little to keep my wind in check. When I needed water, my "muscles" were there. They opened my Gu. I had decided that, since they had decided to run this with me, I might as well use them. In hindsight, it really was the best decision. I never would have been able to reach around for my water bottle and opening Gu is sketchy. Just around mile 7 the NBC vehicle arrived and I was interviewed by David Willey. The marathon site has a link to the video--it's about 5 hours long and I'm at the 4 hour point and there is no way to efficiently fast-forward. I think it went well, Lynne and Tam were on camera, and I got to show my shirt.

At mile 11 we found Cathy and Tom, who were with Nuzhat. Some pictures were taken, well wishes given, and away we went. I was pretty tired but still doing okay and the weather was a gift! We crossed the half at about 2:45 (according to the clock). Oh, I should mention. This was the first marathon I'd ever run where I didn't turn on my chron or record my splits. I ran the walk clock, nothing else. It didn't matter.

Mile after mile clicked by and before I knew it we were at 21, 22, then 23. I don't remember exactly where we were but Tam and Lynne lost me. I'd seen one of them (I honestly don't remember now who) and had raised my hand. They nodded like they'd seen me. I was near the left side of the course and was looking right at Tam, who was looking back at Lynne. They were discussing who had seen me and where was I. I was waving my arms and calling to them but they were oblivious! They had no clue I'd run right up to them, crazy girls!

I should also mention that twice, three times if you count Tam's Gu-pack slide, women fell on the course near me. I told my "muscles" that it was Louise, aiming at me but missing. I was so worried about falling and I am so relieved I didn't.

So, 23. 24. 25. There were hills, walk breaks, fatigue breaks. When there were only 200 yards to go there was a hill. Walked it. With 100 yards to go and the finish line within spitting distance, I ran. I crossed my final finish line at 5:45. I broke into tears and sobbed deep sobs, but then stood up straight, turned around, and hugged Lynne and Tam. Without them I couldn't have done this, without them I would not be the runner I am, or was.

I won't bore you with the hell that was the finish route except to say that any elation was completely sucked out of us by the time we made it out. But we finally did, got to the hotel, where Cathy, Tom, Kendall, Dan and Maureen, and Nuzhat were waiting. More pictures, more interview, then it was up to the room to decompress. We had such fun telling all the stories, and I looked around and felt so lucky to have this in my life. After a time Dan and Maureen left, Cathy, Tom and Tam left, Adam arrived and the four of us went to dinner. Aric met us. Adam ordered Veuve Clicquot--such a treat! The food was good, the service was lacking, but it was nice. Goodbye to Adam and Aric then back to the room. This time poor Kendall had to bunk with me. She confirmed the awful truth, I am a snorer. Yuck. The poor thing, I hope it wasn't too terrible.

We had planned on getting up at 7 but were up at 5, breakfast by 6, and were out the door, in a cab, headed to Brooklyn to get Kendall's car. We left Brooklyn 830ish and had pretty decent traffic the whole way. I keep saying poor Kendall, but the dear girl was carting home two old ladies who were stiff and sore and prone to snoring and whistley noises and she was stuck with us! It was such a generous gesture on her part to drive us home, I can't begin to thank her adequately.

Now. Home. Time for meds and bed. Going to do my duty tomorrow and go vote, and will hope that Virginia votes blue for the first time in forever.

Sweet dreams.

Twitter Updates

    follow me on Twitter