ALS (MND) is a terminal disease for which there are no effective treatments. Within a few years, it gradually suffocates and kills its victims, first fully paralyzing them while leaving all sensation and cognition untouched.
This illness stills my legs and quiets my hands, placing me like a stone in this lingering space between darkness and dawn. Yet, this rare and terrible gift has opened me to what many rush past unnoticed in their time. As my body fades, my vision has grown bright.
This journal is my message in a bottle to you from a strange shore that you must also someday cross.
Open it and remember death, yes. But in remembering death, remember life. Let mortality sharpen your senses, widen your mind, deepen your loves, kindle your wonder. For we all dance with death. Some just hear the music more clearly.
As I select, revise, and improve entries from a journal kept in 2024, I’m sharing them here. So, the order in which posts arrive may differ from the season in which you are reading them.