On the 24th of March my ALS doctor gave me the results of my breathing tests. My ability to breathe had dropped 60 percent. Joan and I had talked about what my choices would be. I could go on a ventilator, or go home and wait to asphyxiate in my sleep.
I chose to vent. I had talked with all of the family and was assured that Joan would have help.
Three days later I wheeled into Central Baptist Hospital, was admitted, and had a tracheostomy.
I don't regret my decision at all but it was rough going for a couple weeks. I was released the 14th of April.
Note: The decision I made wasn't easy, nor do I critisize anyone who decides not to use life support.
I felt that Joan would have help and that my purpose for being here was not completed.
It turns out that both reasons were correct.
I thank God every day for his blessings.