I am becoming...I dont know. I dont have words for how lost I feel. Tom does not relate to me as his wife and friend of 47 years. I am just the person who does things for him. He has a board he writes on. Urinal. Bedpan. Shirt is bunched. Back hurts. I have great compassion for him. My heart breaks for him. I cannot imagine what he is going through.
I dont want a tshirt that says "I am ALS". I want one that says "I hate ALS". ALS can go to H.
Tom has always been introspective. Since the dx he has not learned anything about ALS. I have done all the research, planning, coordinating, health care decisions, etc etc. I had to figure out what equipment we would need, and now it is unused. No longer needed. The disease has moved on and left all of these contraptions in its destructive wake. I sold two cars to have one car that he could get in and out of. But he now rides in the wheelchair van.
I would move mountains for him, if I could. And, I just want to be his wife again. I wish he would write something kind to me on the stupid board. I hate the board now. I used to hate the lift. But the lift and I have reconciled to our roles. Now i want to throw the board across the room. But i give it the board to him. Read it. Bedpan.