My good friend, Connie, died yesterday. On her last birthday (October), right after her diagnosis, she told me she was 49. Her obituary here says she was 50. Either way it was much too short of a journey. When she started falling, then limping, in early fall of 2005 we prayed it wasn't MS. No one was ready for the diagnosis of ALS a year later. 9 months after her diagnosis her family is preparing for a funeral tomorrow.
The rather short battle is probably the way she wanted it. Those of us left behind feel robbed, but that's selfish. RIP, "Miss Connie".
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Oh, that's terrible. I'm so sorry.
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