Therapy

Therapy? Me? I don’t need no stinking therapy!
At least that’s what my ego-flooded brain was telling me. “I’m okay, I can handle this.” At the urging of my wife and daughters, I agreed to go to the first session. I must say, it was eye opening. Finding the right therapist, one who specializes or has experience in life-altering, catastrophic and/or terminal diseases is absolutely key. And if you’re fortunate enough to have a loving mate, you need to attend as a couple. This rotten little bastard ALS is affecting both of you and you need to stomp on it as a team.