After 6 weeks of mental torture, we made our way to Vancouver today to see the ALS specialist. 

At best, a sliver of hope that perhaps the original diagnosis was wrong. At worst, she would be telling us something we already knew. 

Then, a few days ago, I was gripped with a sense of impending doom-there would be worse news coming, I was sure of it. 

Sure enough, it was as I anticipated. Based on my decline, the doctor confirmed that yes, I was moving in a faster progression than the average. 

It was a shock, and yet not. In some ways a weight is lifted- there is nothing more I can hear about it, and nothing more I can do about it. 

I am right now, as the song goes, comfortably numb. 

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