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- CALS
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- 06/2008
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- wa
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- Lynnwood
Reader beware - this is blunt. My husband was diagnosed with bulbar onset ALS in May 08. He started slurring his speech in Mar 07 and, after ruling out stroke, doctors figured it was the progression of his Multiple Sclerosis (which he was diagnosed with in 2000). Yes, both M.S. and A.L.S. His total loss of speech in May 08 has been davastating, for both of us. He initially started using a loaner speech device, but has quit even trying to use it. When we leave the house for an appt, etc., he rarely takes paper and a pen though I have bought an endless supply of sticky notes and notepads and have them laying everywhere. He seems to expect everyone else to adapt to his problem, we have to guess or supply pen and paper, he won't be responsible for that. He was never a selfish person, but he has become very self focused. I am supposed to get his pantomime, guess and guess until he gives me the "thumbs up". He has a dry erase board by his chair but doesn't use it unless I insist. He won't shower but about once per week and then only because I insist. He refused to have the surgery that would end the choking episodes (one occurred in front of his Dr. that deeply shocked the man - he said he couldn't believe that we had been going through this and had not called). I've had to heimlich him 4 times and still he won't have the surgery. My husband has been terribly constipated, to the point of literal impaction that has to be manually dug out. I've had to glove up and do that twice for him and it is a 2 hr process; never a thanks or sorry you had to do that. He's pried the poop out himself a couple of times too. I have to clean the bathroom wall, floor, counter, sink, toilet, shower, towels, bedsheets, there is shit everywhere. He's been on a laxative every night for 2 weeks just to get things predictible and tonight he messed his pants. I'm afraid to check the condition of the bathroom. He has not been able to kiss me since Mar, he never thinks to hug me anymore, he drools all the time and on everything. Yes, I've kissed him for years, but how would you like it if you saw someone spit in your food? He can't help it, and didn't ask for it, I know. The carpet is trashed from drooling and gagging and spitting out food. My feet stick to the kitchen floor every night until I damp mop up the spills and drools. I hear him cough and choke incessantly all day long, and it was panic mode the first 50 times...but this has been going on for 9 months, every day. I'm just sick to death of it. Sometimes I wish God would take one of us now, and I'd just as soon it be me. I couldn't take the guilt of deserting him and yet I don't see how I can continue to cope as this progresses. I've taken off buttons and sewn on velcro so he can continue to dress himself, we have machinery and supplies all over the house, walkers, crutches, I help him with gravity feeds and liquid medications through his PEG tube every night. He sleeps 12+ hr/day and I often hook up a gravity feed while he is sleeping. I have to handle every problem that comes up when you have a house and a car, handle the paperwork for his sickleave every month, handle all the medical, appts, medicines, insurance, fight to get salivary botox injections paid for - which did not work. If I don't set up his pill organizer, who knows what he would take as he can't seem to get it straight. He is awake 10-12 hrs/day and spends the entire day channel surfing (small house), is not interested in texting anyone or emailing anyone - both of which he used to do. I fear FTD has set in. My God! He was a handsome, vital man who was everyone's friend, cared deeply about his family and friends, worked hard all his life, honest, reliable and attacked everything about life with gusto. I miss him, and hate myself for the feelings I have. I try to remember the fun times we had and the trips we've taken, and how sweet he used to be (umm, sometimes stubborn too). There are many days I pray just to get through the next 15 minutes with a kind voice and manner. We have no family in the area to help. I'm out of ideas, patience, hope. I just want it to be over.