It was a crisp autumn day. November 15th, 1998 to be exact. We walked Into the doctors office waiting patiently In the waiting room for the doctor to see us. Mr. K and I were both so quiet what was he going to tell us, would our lives be changed forever or would they stay the same happy, carefree and not a care In the world. Our lives were perfect.
The nurse called Mr. K's name and I can remember I couldn't stand up as hard as I tried I couldn't get out of the chair. After taking a deep breath and saying a prayer for God to give me strength I got up walking toward the door of the examining room the nurse politely said the doctor will be right In. About ten very quiet minutes later In walks the doctor shakes both of our hands and sits down. He starts speaking, after running all the test I now have a confirmed diagnoses....A.L.S. Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis better known as Lou Gehrig's Disease. My body went numb I couldn't move I couldn't speak I just sat there In total shock. Mr. K was so calm and so brave. The first thing he said to the doctor was, that's terminal Isn't It. The doctor replied with a sympathetic yes.