My grandpa was a surgeon. In the Air Force. He went to Marquette University for medical school and did his residency at what is now Froedtert and the Medical College of Wisconsin.
Five years ago, my grandpa was completely independent. Driving, talking, walking, sort of emailing, hand cutting and polishing agates to make jewelry and bolo ties.
ALS took up residence, almost unnoticeable. Starting with his speech.
His words were a little slurred. Not all of them. Just a few. Weeks went by and a few more words sounded a little off. More weeks went by, and he started using a cane. Then he stopped being able to drive, to walk without a hand supporting him, to go from sitting to standing without someone helping to lift him.
Today, he can't get out of bed. He can barely lift his arms to hold a bottle of water. To lift a spoon or fork. Swallowing is getting more difficult and coughing is hard. Forming words is almost impossible.
My mom, my aunt, my uncle, and a team of home healt…