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Photo By Jessie Bond.
By Ray Glier
I was a left-hand hitter in baseball. I earned a varsity letter at a small prep school on the west end of Richmond, Va. It was a boarding school in the countryside so, without much to do for getting in trouble, we could do batting practice every day after school. I was mostly average, and one summer at 11 not good at all, but that spring season in the countryside when I was 14, I hit .360 and batted second. It was because of practice every day.
I always thought I had something in common with Lou Gehrig.
This Geezer Jock, me, was diagnosed with ALS this week, or Lou Gehrig’s Disease. I’m 66. I wasn’t ready for it. Nobody’s ready for it. Doc says I am “early” but no one knows for sure.
I believe in the shared community of tragedy and joy and courage.
Now I need you to share your courage because I am determined not to let this disease intimidate me.
It won last week after the preliminary diagnosis. I skipped Geezer Jock for the second time in 94 issues. I need to fight back harder.
Nobody has won against ALS. Some stay alive longer than others. I need to believe stronger in what the medical scientist Norman Cousins termed “the biology of hope.”
Maybe this was God’s plan all along. Set me on a path toward Geezer Jock and rally a community of strong-willed, never quit people and show others what courage and hope look like. Together.
I am also determined to get everything out of the medical community it has to offer. One medicine, thanks to Mark Cuban of the Dallas Mavericks, is affordable, if they stock it. The other two drugs, my doctor insists, are not affordable and hard to get. Perhaps we go on a crusade together to push these companies, who also need to make money to continue valuable research.
I need to get accustomed to living with this disease and stay active and eat high-calorie food. It's harder than I realized.
It’s the mental side that is hardest, the pitcher throwing 100 mph with a nasty, break-your-toe slider. I need to fight back against this sense of doom. Gratitude and hope need to take the space occupied by doom.
A couple more things, please.
My wife, Jessie, and two sons, Raymond and Alexander, are Warriors like me.
A new friend, whose dad, also named Ray had ALS. She addresses me as “Warrior Ray”. I like that. I need that.
Finally, I get ashamed when I say “Why me?” This is a rare disease.
Well, why not me?
Teenage boys died on the beaches of Normandy.
Six million Jews were murdered in Europe.
Children are gunned down in classrooms.
Innocent Ukrainians die every day at the hands of a mad man.
My beloved brother, Tom, was taken at 51 and left behind two young sons and a loving wife.
A friend at church, a mom with two young kids and loving husband, was gone at 47.
Children die at sea escaping warlords. Children die of cancer.
Man has brutalized man over skin color in ways more gruesome than my diagnosis.
ALS is rare, Jessie said, but when you add up all the rare diseases in the world, and all the senseless killings, which is a disease itself, ALS is not so rare on the trauma scale.
So I need to say, “Why not me?”
Get behind me, Geezer Jocks. I need your courage.
I'm one of 11 children. Mom and dad made 13. Nonetheless, I have felt lucky and blessed. I aspire to be like Lou Gehrig (in more than a sweet left-handed swing). He said this:
"I might have been given a bad break, but I’ve got an awful lot to live for. Thank you."
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Amy Larder
May 11, 2023
My husband who had been diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease for 2 years at the age of 63 had all his symptoms reversed with Ayurveda medicine from natural herbs centre after undergoing their ALS/MND natural protocol. God Bless all Lou Gehrig’s disease Caregivers. Stay Strong, take small moments throughout the day to thank yourself, to love your self, and pray to whatever faith, star, spiritual force you believe in and ask for strength. I can personally vouch for these remedy but you would probably need to decide what works best for you.