I was diagnosed about 8 weeks ago. For the first two weeks I was in shock and depressed. As the weeks have gone by I find I have good days and bad. The good ones are when I recognize that spasms and aches are part of my new reality and there is no value in panic. On bad days I panic and image the worst. I'm not afraid of death, it's part and parcel of being mortal. Granted I would have preferred to be healthy for much longer, but that was not in the cards. Generally I remain pretty healthy. I feel my body weakening, but that is my new reality. Like everyone I fear the loss of independence, but I now also appreciate the beauty in every day in a way I did not always do before. I have great friends and support too. I plan to leave my job in the next five weeks and will do some traveling I've always dreamed of (the new proverbial bucket list) and I'm planning in weeks and months, not years. I am of course looking ahead and preparing for the lose of my autonomy, but I'm hoping that even with paralysis that I will still be able to look at paintings or actual landscapes and appreciate those moments or close my eyes and listen to the beauty of music. I'm not an idealist, I know my end is not likely to be so beautiful. But I am not without hope for advances is treatment. In all I'm learning to live with MND/ALS.