rcharlton
Moderator emeritus
- Joined
- Jun 20, 2005
- Messages
- 641
- Reason
- PALS
- Diagnosis
- 11/2005
- Country
- CA
- State
- Ontario
- City
- Toronto
It is the one year anniversary of my most traumatic experience since my ALS diagnosis in 2005.
It occurred during the convocation ceremonies last June for my wife Richelle's graduation from Medical School at U of T. My mother joined Richelle and I for the valedictorian address. The three of us were seated in an area reserved for the elderly and handicapped. Prior to the start of the ceremonies, Richelle left us to powder her nose. Due to a shortage in seating, the usher who had seated us and one of her colleagues were doing a head count to determine the number of available seats. I saw our usher point to my mother and I, and I overheard her say: "That couple is here with their daughter who just went to the washroom." !?!?
Now, more than a couple of times people have asked if Richelle was my daughter - but to have people think that I am also my mom's husband was especially disturbing - on a number of levels.
It occurred during the convocation ceremonies last June for my wife Richelle's graduation from Medical School at U of T. My mother joined Richelle and I for the valedictorian address. The three of us were seated in an area reserved for the elderly and handicapped. Prior to the start of the ceremonies, Richelle left us to powder her nose. Due to a shortage in seating, the usher who had seated us and one of her colleagues were doing a head count to determine the number of available seats. I saw our usher point to my mother and I, and I overheard her say: "That couple is here with their daughter who just went to the washroom." !?!?
Now, more than a couple of times people have asked if Richelle was my daughter - but to have people think that I am also my mom's husband was especially disturbing - on a number of levels.