A death sentence. A month later, upon retesting at another more specialized clinic, I was told that it looks like the more rare form of Motor Neuron Disease known as PLS (Primary Lateral Sclerosis). ALS is the premature dying of the nerve cells known as "Motor Neurons" that we all have in the brain and spinal column, whereas PLS is the same thing, but involves the Motor Neurons in the brain only,
so is slower progressing. This "less worse" diagnosis requires about four years time to be certain of it being PLS rather than ALS, and I have made it to that point. While it is possible that PLS can still morph into ALS after that four year mark, my neurologist says that she would be surprised if that were to happen in my case. Fingers crossed. This diagnosis meant selling our beloved home, in favour of a wheelchair-friendly condo, and we made that move seven months after diagnosis. It also forced me to shut down my Sign business, after 28 years in operation. Huge changes. I've continued with my passion for bird photography to the best of my declining ability, but as the disease has indeed progressed, I now cannot take a step without a walker, and also use an electric wheelchair, so I am unable to get out into the rugged terrain like I used to. I can get to a few easy locations, and can photograph the odd bird off my deck, but that's about it. If you've got your health, you've got everything. Photos are available as prints, any size.