Friday, September 14, 2012


366 days ago, Dr. McMahon at Augusta Neurology informed me that he was deeply concerned that I may have a form of motor neuron disease. Amanda was with me.

In the run-up to that appointment I'd had numerous rounds of blood work, a CAT scan of my head, two MRIs of my head, numerous x-rays, and a horrid test called an EMG.

Dr. McMahon explained that in cases like mine, they always sought a second opinion; that's how I ended up at Johns Hopkins.

After hearing the diagnosis -- and the prognosis -- we left McMahon's office shell-shocked.

I remember climbing in the elevator wiith Amanda, and both of us doing our best to stall our tears until we were somewhere more private...we made it as far as the parking lot.