That was the end of his driving.. That was the end of his walking free.. That was the end of his privacy.. And that was the end of his secret.

ALS is like a lit candle: it melts your nerves and leaves your body a pile of wax.. You cannot support yourself standing.. You cannot sit up straight. By the end, if you are still alive.. Your soul, perfectly awake, is imprisoned inside a limp husk.. Like something from a science fiction movie, the man frozen inside his own flesh.

To only see ‘death’ in death is to somehow assume that death itself is a barrier so abrupt that God Himself is halted by it. To see ‘life’ in death is to understand that death is a sprawling horizon to a new beginning that God created long before death ever thought to show up.

There is no God for sure, else how could one justify terminal diseases in small kids?

Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?.. He would not wither. He would not be ashamed of dying.

A study led by the Harvard researcher Nicholas Christakis asked the doctors of almost five hundred terminally ill patients to estimate how long they thought their patient would survive, and then followed the patients. Sixty-three per cent of doctors overestimated survival time. Just seventeen per cent underestimated it. The average estimate was five hundred and thirty per cent too high. And, the better the doctors knew their patients, the more likely they were to err.