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It occurred to me that I have yet to post my own story in detail, and some of you asked me to do that after seeing my wedding photo.
Janet and I had dated for a while, and though we had broken up, we had become more like “besties” when she started to feel that something was amiss. I (and other close friends) took her to several doctors to try to discern what was wrong. I know many of you experienced the same thing with your loved ones, where you had to visit multiple doctors before getting a diagnosis. Then came the day — and no doubt you had a similar day too — when you finally get the definitive diagnosis. The Mass General neurologist, Dr. Cros, had very thoughtfully scheduled this visit as the last one of the day, so that the four of us there could be in his office into the evening, asking questions, holding back tears, cross-examining him to make sure we hadn’t overlooked any possibility for treatment, even something in early-stage clinical trials, with mice even.
After that, we went about our lives. Of course I continued to be supportive as best friends would be. But I couldn’t stand to watch her deteriorate in front of me like this. At one point her condition had declined so much that at her health club (Mt. Auburn) where she had been a member of for 20 years, someone asked what was wrong. About a day after I told the person at the front desk, the manager wrote back and said he was going to comp her membership for the rest of her life.Continue reading...