A Loving Savior
Several days ago I was talking to Kevin at the kitchen sink while we did dishes together. I mentioned to him that I have been having some random sensations in my forearms and hands. No weakness, just some occasional mild pain or numbness. However, from my understanding, there is not supposed to be sensory changes with ALS. I expressed to him that maybe I don’t have ALS. “But,” I asked, “if I don’t have ALS, what do I have?” He stopped washing the dish in his hand, looked at me and said deliberately and lovingly, “My dear, you have a loving Savior”. It instantly clicked in my mind and I had to stop still with the profoundness of his statement. “Kev, Did you hear what you said? I have ALS— A Loving Savior!” I exclaimed excitedly. My husband is known to create nicknames for people and make acronyms for things all the time, so I think it’s extra special that he made this new acronym unintentionally. I totally love my new definition for ALS. That means we all have