Diary January 2000


Christmas break is like winter hibernation; we go to bed late, sleep a lot and wake up in the PM. Floor especially is a huge sleepyhead. The weather is fitting, too; the Netherlands is covered by a grey rainy blanket. It truly is December. We barely had any friends over, spending most of our time together as a family. We weren’t idle, either. We saw Oliver Twist in The Hague, Floor did A Christmas Carol which was beautifully executed, we celebrated Christmas with friends and family and spent our days playing games and lazing around. Continue reading “Diary January 2000”

Diary February 2000


Ward received a thank-you card from my ex-colleague Jan for acting as a translator whenever he couldn’t understand what I was saying. Ward had to constantly pause and resume his video game, for which Jan apologised. I sometimes forget that, despite all of the external help I get, I rely the most on my family. Last Saturday Ward and I had the house to ourselves while Hein was out shopping. Ward wanted to play outside and asked me if he could. “Of course,” I told him. “But who’s going to turn the pages of your newspaper?” he asked me. “You know what? I’ll pop in every once in awhile to see if you need anything.” Detecting and solving a problem in a matter of seconds. 8 years old and already a problem solver. I have a splendid son! Continue reading “Diary February 2000”

Diary March 2000

Spring break

This year we went to Limburg on spring break. We rented an actual mansion in Gulpen. Nine bedrooms, a lounge area, a bay window with a stunning view of the hills, not to mention the tennis court. We felt like royalty. The house wasn’t very wheelchair accessible, sadly. We managed just fine, though. I had a sink in my room and we’d brought our own raised toilet seat. The bathing facilities weren’t suited for me, so every morning I was hand-washed by Hein. Other than that, the location was perfect.

Diary May 2000

When I wake each morning I decide…
This can be a good day or a bad day – my choice.
I can be happy or sad – my choice.
I can complain or I can cope – my choice.
Life can be a chore or a challenge – my choice.
I can take from life or give to life – my choice.
If all things are possible,
How I deal with those possibilities is – my choice.
Steve Shackel April 2000
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Diary June 2000

A comparison

A few days ago I received an email from one of my ALS correspondents. He is famously level-headed and has a pleasant yet aloof writing style. This time, he sent me an email he’d written to his niece in which he compared our disease processes. I’m worse off than he is, which he illustrated with a number of comparative examples. Continue reading “Diary June 2000”

Diary July 2000

Cote d’Azur

Most people I talked to were skeptical of my planned trip to the French Riviera. “Honey, are you sure it’s a good idea to go there? Think of the heat!” my mother told me. Email correspondents told me I didn’t know what I was getting into, and even Marjolein suggested we spend our holiday at home. The thing I dreaded was the journey itself, not the destination; a wooded little hamlet by the Mediterranean Sea. A convenient article published in the newspapers three days before departure alleviated some of my friends’ worries about my holiday. It said that the Riviera had plenty of Dutch speaking specialists who would be able to help me, would the need arise. I was able to leave with even fewer worries. Continue reading “Diary July 2000”

Diary August 2000

Open questions

An open question is a question that’s unanswerable by a simple “yes” or “no”. A real thought-out answer is required. Open questions are useful in conversation. All the questioner has to do is nod, summarize and think of follow-up questions, all while the interlocutor talks away. I learnt this in psychology. By now, I’ve started hating open questions. Too much work. I prefer closed questions, yes-or-no questions. Often, people ask me a closed question, like “Would you like coffee?” but I’ll take too long answering, so they make it an open question by adding “…or tea?” It causes some confusion, so we start from the top. Confusion whilst not being able to speak is tiring. It can really piss me off. “What a bunch of jackasses”, I’ll think, before realizing that it’s me who’s screwed up, not them. Continue reading “Diary August 2000”

Diary September 2000


Every Dutch ALS patient recently received a request to participate in a nationwide study on the effects of creatine on muscle deterioration. Earlier studies abroad had failed because there weren’t enough ALS patients willing to participate. They have a point. Why would you risk the chance of getting a placebo when creatine is so readily available? In short, I’m getting the sense that this is a case of “what country’s patients are most willing to be medical guinea pigs?” Continue reading “Diary September 2000”

Diary October 2000


Recently, I had gotten the idea in my head that Ward was distancing himself from me. Not anymore. He has gotten more eager to help and he has gotten better at understanding me. He loves talking to me about the goings-on at school and his friends. Ward and a friend had organised a football tournament for neighbourhood kids. For one week, our front door was adorned with a registration paper where no less than 22 kids signed up for the tournament, ranging in age from 7 to 14. No adults allowed! At night, Ward pored over the team compositions, having already agreed upon a suitable refereeing schedule with his friend. Saturday was a day of great tension and excitement as Ward worked his way toward the tournament. At four o’clock, zero hour had come. The street was empty. We went to watch the tournament, but we weren’t allowed on the pitch. We could hear them having fun in the distance, though. At six, they came home with big grins on their faces; Floor and Ward’s team had won the tournament. Maybe the team compositions weren’t as balanced as advertised. Continue reading “Diary October 2000”

Diary November 2000

Sick carer

Last week was relaxing. Bad weather, so most of it was spent inside. My mother is sick and because of her absence on Monday and Tuesday, we had to improvise with our carer schedule. It’s a delicate system and we really ought to have hired a new carer by now. My mother feels like she’s doing me a disservice by falling ill, so she was glad to hear that we had found a replacement.
After three weeks my mother got better. My primary carer Inge and my mother-in-law took her shifts. Hein has found a new carer for Tuesday morning who is also open to filling other gaps in the schedule. Continue reading “Diary November 2000”

Diary December 2000


I’ve almost finished the Sinterklaas poems, not just mine but Hein’s and Ward’s too. I’ve taken it upon myself to write them for the others. Floor is the only one who wrote hers herself. We celebrated Sinterklaas with Hein’s family; 9 adults and 4 children. Very homey. I’ve always enjoyed writing poems and still do, even though my heart wasn’t really in it this year. I couldn’t help but laugh raucously whenever one of my poems was read aloud. Unlike most of the family, I tend to centre my poem around the recipients characteristics or funny things that happened to them that year. A bit of friendly banter is an inherent part of Sinterklaas. We didn’t go crazy this year; not too many presents, evenly distributed and the kids weren’t circling the pile of gifts like greedy vultures. The kids liked their presents and the poem ceremony didn’t take as long as I feared. Continue reading “Diary December 2000”