So far, two of them have died from ALS, a.k.a Lou Gehrig's disease. I don't understand the condition, but the awfulness is this: your mind is fine, and your body fails around it. You gradually lose muscle control until you can't make yourself keep breathing anymore. You die a horrible and frustrating death. It seems genetic. This is in my genes.
My Aunt Barbara and my Uncle Ken have died -- too soon -- from ALS. I'm pissed off at this disease. I hate it. My Uncle Danny died in a motorcycle accident. My Uncle Rich died from mesothelioma from working with asbestos. But I'm pissed at ALS.
My cousin Lucy, my Uncle Ken's daughter, is participating in a walk for ALS. Please donate to her. Please help end this horrible disease. It's hell on earth. It's like that movie Awakenings. Fuck this disease. Help me and my family find a cure. Please.