My Father Has ALS
In October 2013, my father sat me and my older brother down one night to tell us some news. We had noticed that for the past year, his right arm had gotten extremely skinny and he wasn’t able to hold a glass of water anymore. He had told us he went to the doctor. I feared what was about to be said.
Cancer ran through my mind, a tumor, amputation, anything. Then my dad said that he went to a neurologist and it was confirmed that he has Lou Gehrig’s disease, Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS) and that he only has 18 months to 4 years to live.
I broke down crying. I cried in my step moms arms, I absolutely lost it. But I still didn’t REALLY know what the disease was though. So I researched, and became horrified and depressed. There is no cure, it’s extremely expensive, and there is a high chance that my father will pass away much sooner than expected because it has already given him respiratory issues, and that’s what is ultimately fatal about the disease. You become completely immobile, you can’t eat, speak, breathe on your own anymore. Your body just fails.
I am so annoyed with a lot of people being so frustrated with the ALS ice bucket challenge. Keep on hating though, that only fuels more people talking about it. I wouldn’t wish this hellish disease on my worst enemy. So shut the fuck up, don’t worry, people will go back to posting about cats, what men love most about girls, and stupid shit like that on the Internet. But for now, it’s all ALS and I am extremely grateful for all of it. Cause maybe now we can finally find a cure.
I love my boyfriend as much as he loves my butt. That’s a lot.
I have to live with my boyfriend farting smelly farts every 10 minutes when he’s around me. But he has to live with me breathing with my mouth open 24/7 and me making a clicking noise with my tongue when I’m sleeping next to his face. That’s love. Or compromise, one of the two haha.
My boyfriend has to always be touching me in some way when he’s sleeping. It’s pretty cute, but then sometimes he gets too close and he’s as hot as a volcano. I feel like I’m going through menopause inside a dragon filled hell house sometimes. He just laughs at me, as he should cause it calms me.
My boyfriend has been portrayed as an asshole for a good portion of his life, and even when I first met him, I knew he had that “asshole” gene. But me being his girlfriend now for quite some time, I can tell you this, he is not an asshole. He’s a misunderstood bear. I’ve learned that he does not sugarcoat things and he has a permanent bitch face (unless you make him laugh then it’s like watching Jimmy Fallon laugh, it’s contagious and sweet and you just wanna smile). He’s actually kind, romantic, funny, perverted, hot, a total badass, and a wonderful guy. I am lucky to be his girlfriend. Whoever he dated in the past is missing out, suckerssssss.
Every one is an asshole/bitch at some point in their life, whether it be every morning, or being on an empty stomach (I am totally guilty with that one), or hating the fact that your significant other can’t seem to do certain things when you ask, or maybe just having a rough time in your life. We’re all human.
I love my boyfriend Jonathan very much and I miss him so. Few more days then I’m gonna be on him like white on rice!
HAHAHHAHAHAHAH TOTALLY ME.
this makes me miss my boyfriend so much. this is so accurate to us
Went skating from 630 in the morning till about 930 and it was hot, sweaty and awesome. Love my old blades!
So many feelings inside such a small girl