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 May 2001

Borrowed time

In May, three years ago, I was diagnosed with ALS. The symptoms manifested more than four year ago and last May, my PEG was installed. It wouldn’t be a stretch to call the month of May my ALS jubilee. Statistically, I’m in the critical stage: the wrong side of the statistic; the borrowed time. According to the books, ALS gives you three to five years to live. Whether the countdown starts after the diagnosis or the first manifestation of symptoms is up in the air. As regards respiration, I’m in critical condition too. By the end of April, my lung capacity was one litre. By now, I have 30% of the lung capacity of the average woman my age. Fortunately I’m not suffering from carbon buildup. Secretly, I hope my lung capacity is a bit higher, because I get nervous during breath tests. What is more concrete is the fact I have to accept that I am truly on borrowed time. Continue reading “Diary May 2001”

Diary October 2001

“You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call “failure” is not the falling down, but the staying down.”

Mary Pickford

I found the abovementioned adage while making the new newsletter for the Lawrence LeShan Foundation, a spiritual organisation offering guidance to people with life-threatening diseases. It’s the third newsletter with me as the lead editor. I was very moved by this motto.

Watching the dog

Lieke is watching Buuf’s dog. Buuf [a shorthand for “neighbour” -Ed.] is one of her former, you guessed it, neighbours. Thus, when she cares of me every Thursday, she brings her dog along. She can watch us both. Nervously, the dog entered the room, jumped on me and licked my hands. Horrible. Defenseless, I accepted my fate. Now I remember why I don’t want a dog. This one constantly wants to sit on your lap. Lovely. Whenever Lieke feeds me sandwiches, she squeezed herself onto Lieke’s lap. How cozy, the three of us, huddled together eating a sammich. The dog and I, in a constant battle for our sitter’s attention. Ward came home and the dog bombarded him with love and affection. But of course, walking the dog is wonderful. Along with the neighbourhood kids, a proud Ward gallivanted around with the dog on a leash. She’s fairly obedient. And I, too, warmed up to the dog by the end of the day. Of course, the inevitable question was asked: “Can we get a dog?” Luckily, the idea was quickly nipped in the bud.

The aesthetics of a PEG

Applying a PEG (feeding tube) is no cakewalk. Many ALS patients dread it; because of practical, emotional and aesthetic reasons. Well, I’ve given up a lot of aesthetics already; no more make-up, wide elastic trousers, sweater vests instead of the smart jackets I used to wear to work, no shaving my legs or armpits. The only thing I did was dye my grey hair again. I’m a practical person. That’s easier for my loved ones. Aesthetically, getting a PEG wasn’t a huge hurdle. A dear correspondent of mine doesn’t find a PEG appealing at all. However, in the meantime she is losing a lot of weight, to the point that she’s become tired and lifeless. She’s wearing herself out. She has been admitted to hospital. First, they’re going to try to fatten her up with pureed food and such. If that doesn’t work, she will need a PEG. She’s expecting to remain hospitalized for 5 weeks. We visited her on Wednesday. Lots of sleep, eating for three and being spoiled a bit is her therapy.

After two weeks of hospital, she hasn’t gained an ounce, so she decided to get a PEG, which she pronounces PECH. Because she wasn’t looking forward to having an endoscope in her throat, the PE(CH)G will be installed with a radiographer. It’s an external operation with X-ray and only requires a small tube in the throat in order to make the knot. No gastroenterologist needed. Apparently, this method is frequently used in England on bulbar ALS sufferers, because their bulbar region is so sensitive.

Slightly nervous

Thursday was the first day with our new help, Astrid. I was a bit nervous all morning. Not because of eating or drinking. No, as long as I can sit on a chair, I’ll be fine. My nervousness is for the moment I have to use the bathroom. All morning, I debated “should I go now or should I wait?” Eventually, I decided to make the leap; we went to the toilet. It went well and I spent the rest of the morning feeling relieved. I’m like that with all of my carers who sporadically help me use the bathroom. Would they still be able to adhere to my old routine?


With ALS, the subject of respiration is unavoidable. Many neurologists are against artificial respiration for ALS patients; the disease is too progressive. Even nasal intubation is advised against (like a correspondent of mine heard from her neurologist), because if ALS is above the neck (bulbar), it won’t be possible to do it nasally, instead needing a tracheostomy (a hole and tube through the throat). It would be possible if the ALS is non-bulbar, but if it’s both, intubation is impossible. One’s facial muscles would be too rigid, or one’s mouth would gape too much to properly install a nasal tube.

I, a bulbar patient, have been going to the Centre for Home Respiration in Utrecht for three years and I have never heard about the impossibility of nasal intubation. Fortunately, a dear correspondent wrote to an American expert on the subject. What a nice fellow, writing back this quickly and elaborately. Last but not least; the answer is reassuring. There’s so much medical incompetence in the Netherlands, or at least there’s too many prejudices and aversions in the medical world.

His answer was as follows

Regarding your question: “…do bulbar patients skip the mask ‘trial’?”`A one word answer is: “No !” . To breathe or not to breathe…. That is the question! It is certainly not true that “a mask is never an option for a bulbar patient.” It is true, however, that tracheostomy needs to be considered as ALS progresses, particularly as bulbar impairment becomes more severe (that is, if long-term survival is desired).

The longer answer is that bulbar impairment with ALS is a continuum from mild to severe. Nasal mask Ventilation (noninvasive) is often successful for people with “mild”, or “mild to moderate” bulbar impairment. The pile up of secretions can become a problem with nasal ventilation, if secretions are pushed down into the back of the throat and airways, thus blocking air exchange and causing gagging or choking. However if one has an effective cough (using the assistive cough techniques) and secretions are not a big problem all the time, then nasal ventilation may work. It is very reasonable (unless bulbar impairment is severe) to arrange a trial of nasal ventilation. If it doesn’t work then go on to the next option (tracheostomy or palliative care).

Edward Anthony Oppenheimer, MD, FCCP
Pulmonary Medicine
Los Angeles, California – USA
Email: Eaopp@UCLA.edu


I’m glad we went on so many trips and enjoyed the nice October weather. Since we’ve had kids, we’ve participated in the morning and afternoon festivities on October 3rd (The anniversary of the end of the Siege of Leiden). After the parade, the festival became a drunken mess and the atmosphere turned hostile. Thus, we made our way back through Breestraat, watched the water show and watched another parade (like we always do). We’ve been doing it for years, but it looks like it’s coming to an end. Floor couldn’t come this year. She went out with her friends, returning at midnight. After the fireworks, we went to pick her up. Ward did come with us, but he had other plans with his friends at three, so we left early. We ate hotchpotch and that was it, the 3rd of October had passed.

The next night, we were supposed to go see the film Nynke, but seeing as it played on a screen in an upstairs area, we watched La Pianiste instead, not my preferred choice. It’s a hards ruthless story. It did make an impression in me, unlike Bridget Jones’s Diary, so at least it was intriguing. We had drinks afterwards, which was nice. Despite the fact that it was already October, we sat outside on a heated terrace. While I barely drink anymore (I used to drink a lot), I enjoyed a delicious Grand Marnier.

On Sunday, we visited Dordrecht with some friends. Every first Sunday of the month, a whole route of charity shops and art galleries open their doors. Gorgeous city, Dordrecht, it was a pleasant afternoon. Prince Willem Alexander and Maxima walked the exact same route the day after. The kids, however, are less and less likely to tag along. Floor’s excuse was that she had to do homework and Ward’s neighbourhood football tournament was finally happening. There weren’t as many people as we had hoped, but it was great fun nonetheless. I love the fact that they organise things like that.

Op school stonden ze op het bord geschreven,
het werkwoord hebben en het werkwoord zijn;
hiermee was tijd, was eeuwigheid gegeven,
de ene werkelijkheid, de andere schijn.

Hebben is niets. Is oorlog. Is niet leven.
Is van de wereld en haar goden zijn.
Zijn is, boven die dingen uitgeheven,
vervuld worden van goddelijke pijn.

Hebben is hard. Is lichaam. Is twee borsten.
Is naar de aarde hongeren en dorsten.
Is enkel zinnen, enkel botte plicht.

Zijn is de ziel, is luisteren, is wijken,
is kind worden en naar de sterren kijken,
en daarheen langzaam worden opgelicht.

Ed Hoornik

With this poem, Gerard said farewell to me. The last three lines were especially important to him. Gerard was my correspondent and friend for more than 6 months. He was like my father; he started every email with “Hello, girl”, and he encouraged me to keep publishing my diary. He was an enthusiastic reader. I got an email with this poem one day before he passed. I’m thankful that he thought of me, even in his last moments.


Yesterday, my toenail was removed for the second time. My toe refused to heal and kept getting infected and growing fibromas. After half a year of messing with Biotex, silver nitrate and “open-air therapy”, my GP had had enough and referred me to a surgeon once more. Apparently, there is too much pressure on my toe. Yesterday was the day. The injection is the worst part, along with the fact that the bandages can’t be removed for two days. After moving me though, the bandage already unraveled after half a day. Thus, we put a normal bandaid on it and I’m already wearing shoes again because it takes away some of the pain. Let’s hope it heals this time.

Off day

Sunday was one of those off days. It happens every couple of months. I wake up with a headache. Immediately, the anxiety comes in: “I hope it’s not from nocturnal chest tightness that’s common in ALS patients”. I’m cold and I feel nauseous. We cancel on our afternoon guests. I don’t eat anything all day. To make things worse, I got a terrible email. I keep crying about it, which isn’t making my head ache any less. At night, we received the news that Gerard had died. What a day. Luckily, I slept well and woke up the next morning fresh and without a headache.


On Saturday evening we went to a Hester Macander show, a comedian. The theme of the show was focusing on looking for passion, instead of on the things we do to keep ourselves busy. It resonated with me. I’ve wondered before what I would like to be if reincarnation were real. My conclusion is that I would like to be passionate about one all-overshadowing thing. I would love to make music. I think music is one of our most primal emotions, a language that transcends culture. Making music together is energising. Another possibility is becoming a photographer, a very ambitious one of course, one does have to be unique. Or I’d start a shelter for homeless children in a third-world country. Everyone probably has dreams like that. That deep down, there is a great person within you. The reality is, you’re already doing the best you can, which is a monumental task in itself.


October was a good month. Pleasant weather that made going on trips possible, even during autumn break. The new help is doing fine and that’s calming. The renovation of the bathroom and shower is taking forever, but we’re not really working on it that hard. Getting into the one square metre shower stall is still manageable. And I’ve warmed up to the commode. I do miss having a project, like my book last year, or the musical the year before. I’m looking for something new, but I don’t know what. For now, I have plenty of work to do before Sinterklaas.

Diary December 2001

Multiple people have told me that the piece about the PEG operation I put out last month was about me. It was not. It was written by a friend who was rapidly losing weight and dreading an esophageal PEG operation. I thought it would be informative for ALS patients, because the method described is a unique one. I’m sorry if it caused any confusion. I’ve had a PEG for a year and a half now, installed regularly with a tube through my throat. Continue reading “Diary December 2001”

Diary August 2002


We got back from Zeeland in mid-August, in the nip of time, just before temperatures soared. Hein, the kids and Lieke (my sister-in-law) took 5 days of sailing lessons. The first time they went on the Veere lake, they got caught in a thunderstorm. Luckily, they were quickly dragged to the shore. The following days were more fair and I was able to watch everything from the veranda, including their graduation from sailing school. Lakeside holidays are special; there’s a lot to do and to see, and by nightfall the still lake and the town of Veere behind it make for an extremely tranquil view. And the kids went water skiing, rode the banana (a six-man inflatable vessel in the shape of a banana, pulled by a motorboat at incredible speeds. I’d never heard of it but apparently every self-respecting lake has one) and played table tennis. Continue reading “Diary August 2002”

Diary October 2002

PEG, continued

On Tuesday night my PEG gave out completely. Right now I have a 4cm tube sticking out of my stomach and the cap no longer fits. The contents of my stomach were spewing out. After closing the tube off with a clamp, my PEG spent the whole night dripping fluids. It’s not a good time, let me tell you. The next day, Floor discovered that the clip we use to reseal bags of peanuts was the perfect way to seal the tube; no leakage. Too bad it’s so huge. Every time Hein put me on a chair, there was a chance of it coming loose. My greatest fear was, and is, the tube retracting inward, meaning I would need a new endoscopy. Continue reading “Diary October 2002”

Diary February 2005


I hadn’t taken a tumble in years, but this month I fell to the ground two times when trying to use the bathroom. It’s due to a combination of being tired and badly positioned legs, because of which I sank to my knees. There’s no way to stop it once it’s started. Hein had to pick me up and I could do nothing to make it easier, I was dead weight. The second time I fell, I cracked my head on the floor. I saw spots for a second, but everything seemed fine. Only by the next day did we see what the damage was. While I was drinking, I felt like my jaw had been unhinged, the way my teeth gnashed together. And while I was eating my porridge, my remaining front tooth came loose. I now have three enamel stumps where my front teeth used to be Continue reading “Diary February 2005”

Diary May 2006

Shower lady

Things are going well between my shower lady and I. We’ve finally figured each other out. She’s still a bit rough when she’s dressing me, but she takes the time to shower me and blow-dry my hair. She heats up my towel on the heater, which I think is on way too much. I actually like showering now, which became even more clear when she went on holiday in May and I was stuck with a substitute. Continue reading “Diary May 2006”

Diary September 2007


I’m eating more carefully than ever, but I still manage to choke on my food often, resulting in hours-long coughing fits. It’s especially terrible when I’ve almost gotten the mucus out of my trachea but it gets stuck. I always feel like I’m burning up when that happens. I usually have someone open the door, remove my blanket, adjust my chair and leave the room before I spent a long time concentrating on getting the mucus out. It happens about once every three days. The worst times were the ones during which I wasn’t at home. It’s happened two times so far, one of them in a supermarket and one of them during my weekly walk on Saturday. I’m developing a fear of being in public because of it. Maybe I should give up eating altogether and fully rely on my PEG. Porridge is the worst offender and usually results in a whole morning spent coughing and heaving. I’ve started eating less and my belly is getting smaller. But eating through a feeding tube feels like such a final nail in the coffin and I’m not ready for that just yet. Continue reading “Diary September 2007”