A pALS a cALS and an RV in San Francisco…what could go wrong?Part 2

Meg and I both turn back an yell “DON’T ASK!”

And now, why John shouldn’t have asked.

Previously-oh well no parking, let’s get back to the freeway…

“Come on Big Blue, you can do it”, Meg coaxed BB up the steep SF hill, pausing for a red light. GPS says “turn left “. This is when I learn machines have a sense of humor.

Have you heard the term, the perfect storm? That’s what ensued.

Several blocks later the GPS, “turn right “, “turn right”. Hey this looks familiar!? “Proceed to xxx street and turn right “.

Having navigated through the narrow semi busy inner city streets; expertly avoiding contact with vehicles, mopeds, scooters, bicycle’s and pedestrians, we turned left. Straight into bumper to bumper traffic as far as the eye could see. “But why”, Meg exclaimed, exasperated.

Okay I can do this, Meg told herself. Being the polite Texas lady she is, she refused to block any intersection with Big Blue and the van in tow. This lasted about three intersections. With the aggressive local drivers it was time for a new strategy. Block every ever-loving intersection if I have to, to get out of this *”@#$ mess!

An hour later we think we’re there, only to find more diverted traffic. But! At this point we discovered the reason for the gridlock!

“Ahh!” We both exclaimed at the same time. Well fudge, we were so busy enjoying northern California that we had not kept up with major events and happenings.

Everything culminated in the Perfect Storm. Unbeknownst to us, we chose to venture into San Francisco on the same day as…

The Golden State Warriors victory PARADE!! What gave it away was the hoards of fans in GSW attire and the blue, white and gold confetti along the route.

Waze, Google maps, nor our RV GPS alerted us to a FREAKING PARADE!


A pALS a cALS and an RV in San Francisco…what could go wrong?

If you know my wife, Meg, you know that telling her you can’t or shouldn’t do something, is tantamount to saying “I dare you”. And when she sets her mind on something, step aside. A goal of hers on this trip was to drive across the Golden Gate Bridge. She had shared her desire with friends who have lived in or visited SF, and they all emphatically said, “whatever you do, don’t drive the RV into the city!” It’s at this precise moment that I hear an idea pop into her mind. I liken it to the pop of popcorn, in my mind that is.

As we approached the famed monolith, she exclaimed “I’m doing it!” followed by, “isn’t Ghirardelli in SF?”

Yes, I replied, at this moment I realized my mistake…I should have said NO!

Don’t do it…))) reverberated through my minds ear.

Two miles then turn left into The Ghirardelli Experience!

Turn left down a steeeeep hill.

There’s no parking!

Oh well Meg sighs, let’s get back on the road.

… An hour and a half later, our son comes out of the bedroom at the rear of the RV, asking, “are we there yet”?

Meg and I both turn back an yell “DON’T ASK!”

If you want to know why John shouldn’t ask…

Com back for part TWO!


CDL Not Required…

Big Blue

Death On Wheels…the live tour
Tales from the road

CDL Not Required!
(Commercial Drivers License)

Ok Mrs. Reyes, we are now going to take your new RV to a location to have you practice driving it. So we tested out the wheelchair lift, tied my chair down and we hit the road. Did you hit an RV course, where they let you test your skills…nope! Did they take you for a quick loop on the highway, like most dealerships? Nope! The salesman took us a short distance to a mega church parking lot, very empty during the week. He proceeded put the 35 foot rig in park, followed by a brief tutorial on the particulars air breaks and gears.

At this point Meg, AKA Captain Intrepid, took the wheel and proceeded to slowly meander through the parking spots and light poles. After a good 3 or 4 circuits she exclaimed, “this isn’t so bad, I’m doing pretty good!” To which the salesman affirmed, “ you’re a natural, I’m impressed.” I’m certain this is a well practiced script, repeated countless times a week, lol. He reeled Meg in with, “ I’v never seen anyone handle a rig this big off the bat, like you!” The deal was sealed and we were the proud owners of an accessible 35ft RV (bus).

Al that was left was to get Meg a CB Radio and some chewing tobacco and she could start her career as a big rig driver. I shake my head vigorously and come to my senses, erasing that last image from my head…what was I thinking!

Ok trucker Mama, time to hit the road! We depart the advanced RV proving grounds with Meg at the helm. This is when the realization hits me, RV salespeople have nerves of steel, just saying. And with this behind us, Meg having received her certificate, suitable for framing, in RV operations was handed the keys to a behemoth land yacht. CDL Not Required!


RV Park Nightmare…

Death On Wheels…the live tour
Tales from the road

RV Park nightmare…
We had been on the road about five hours, coasting through the Texas landscape on our way to Van Horn, our first way point. Meg was concerned that our fresh water tank needed a top off, since we planned to boondock/dry-dock. For the uninitiated it means not hooking up to any power, water or sewer.

So as we passed through the ever changing Texas western planes (just a hint of sarcasm), she was ever vigilant for a location that might offer the chance to tap into a source. Mile after mile, I attempted to use my power of astral projection to hover ahead and recon a location for my intrepid wife. To the uninitiated I may have appeared to be napping, rest assured I was heavily engaged in resolving my loves H2O apprehensions. As she exited the interstate I opened my eyes and exclaimed, “found a place on the right here!”. She looked at me with that look many husbands know, saying “ I spotted it from the road, go back to your nap!” I whisper internally, “she is still unaware of my special abilities” just the way I like it.

What we had both found was a quaint RV park…or so we thought.

As we pulled in our hopes of acquiring that precious H2O quickly disappeared, as our eyes settled on the scene before us. We were transported to what looked like a set out of a Mad Max—RV Park! Let me set the scene for you…

… A modern RV (Big Blue) enters an eerie landscape where a spattering of RV’S from bygone eras appear abandoned. Along with a handful of decrepit mobile homes with the compulsory broken kids bicycles and headless children’s doll’s, let’s not forget the broken pinwheels whirling lopsidedly in the yard.

As we circled the loop, going in the wrong direction, that’s the intrepid wife way, just saying. We half expected a hoard of grizzly hardened post apocalyptic clan of half humans. Overtaking our land yacht and roasting us on a spit for their sustenance. I imagine myself yelling, “but I have ALS, I won’t taste good!” After hearing my family as they ran away…”outrun Dad, he can’t run!”, so sad of a way to go. And here I thought my family loved me.

Needless to say Meg quickly hit the accelerator making the RV do things it’s not supposed to. My wheelchair tilted to one side, in response to the steep high G’s banking maneuver. We quickly got back on I-10, fishtailing down the asphalt. All the while as Meg exclaimed, “I don’t need water that effing bad!”

Our narrow escape from the Post Apocalyptic Zombie RV Park! Hey that sounds like a movie…


Hey I’ve got an idea!

Famous first words, right! That’s how this started; why don’t we buy an RV, travel and visit others with ALS around the country. Meg my supportive wife, said incredulously with a trepidation, oh-ok?

Thus the dream was born. We have always enjoyed camping, even had a travel trailer pre-ALS. We believed that dream to be dead, lost to ALS, like so many things. But here we are, RV-check, plans-check, itinerary-check, Murphy’s Law… big fat effing CHECK!! Ad to the mix two grumpy, “do we have to”, teen’s and Murphy is along for the duration, lol…I’m not laughing.

My intrepid wife, after loading all the provisions in the RV, now christened Big Blue, is ready to pull chalks and hit the road! First stop, Van Horn TX, because well…Texas! We intended to stop and visit a fellow ALS warrior in El Paso, alas Murphy had other plans. So straight to Tucson it was, oh what did Tucson have in-store for us? Well, to say the least, heat, an AC malfunction, a blowout on our tow dolly and oh yeah the heat. Luckily we evaded the po-po with our illegal midnight powerchair drag racing, which I won! After a victory lap a quick infusion of milk in my PEG, per tradition, we prepared for the next leg wit a good night’s sleep.

Coffee and after letting River our dog do her business, oh yeah, I forgot to mention, a dog and a kitten are with us. Have I mentioned we like a challenge, lol. Speaking of challenges, in a video I posted saying “Arizona was not done with us” before it abruptly cut off. Well as we arrived in California Arizona’s heat erupted from me, causing a couple of wardrobe malfunctions… well poop!

Needless to say we will be recalculating and adjusting course. First star to the right, till morning!


It’s Just Our Way

Being Hispanic with ALS, so what does that mean? Dejame te digo! (Let me tell you)…

First off when I was diagnosed, I’ve shared this before, my mom asked “who the hell gave me the evil eye”. Thats when she activated the “Comadre” Network, asking for the best curandero (witch doctor) around. So ther was a whole lot of genuflecting and a bunch of Hail Mary’s going around and rosaries flung about like nun-chuck’s. All in an effort to cast out the evil overtaking my body.

Next came the cast down looks by relatives as they shuffled their feet saying things like, sorry wey that’s some bad sh#*, thats too bad bro, I had an uncle/cousin/aunt/friend that had the ALS… so what is it? Also statements like, don’t you worry Mijo sigule con madre no se me awite! Aunts beating their chest as they proclaim to God, xa Juanito no!”

It’s just our way…

Next comes the shots at social gatherings, being egged on to do one more, no se me raje, hechale con ganas, no chinges otra mas! And thats just with my aunts… I can’t repeat what my uncles say. Then after a handful of shots the crying starts, I love you mijo, no I really do! Thats typically when the mood turns somber for a bit, before everyone starts picking on you relentlessly…

It’s just our way…

One of the most painful losses however is a social aspect particular to Hispanic culture. It happens when an ALS patient can no longer use their arms. It pains me to share this tragic eventuality… no longer being able to play LOTERIA (Mexican bingo)! This institution of Hispanic social gathering activities is the one thing that can bring unity and division to a baby shower, birthday, christening, Easter etc… Eventually someone will be accused of cheating, fixing cards, not anteing up, all for a hand full of loose change. Feuds have been started over Loteria, I kid you not, lol.

In the end, family you haven’t seen in years show up to offer their love and support, cousins, aunts, uncles and so on.

It’s just our way…


ALS-System Crash

Folks, Ive been hacked. This mallware has affected my entire network, slowly shutting down partition by partition. It’s corrupted the soundboard and external drives. Port drivers have been compromised. Bringing my entire system to a crawl.

It has come to my attention that there is no software to fix this, although the F-ix & D-ebug A-gency is holding back patches due to concerns of secondary corruption and OS disparities, patches don’t function across platforms.

The malware has been identified as: A-ggressive L-ogarithmic S-ynapse Crash

It seems I can only stand by for the blue scream.




ALS Being There

ALS brings with a multitude of changes for the person and their families and beyond. All the obvious physical, emotional and mental health. There is one aspect that can impact all of the above, in certain cases self imposed…isolation.

This is a complex topic so I won’t dive into every aspect. I will however focus on one, how anyone can help a person living with ALS. This is not complicated but it can be difficult for some…being present.

Being present means exactly that, nothing more; Visiting, Helping, Learning. It can be difficult, why? Several reasons: time, access, distance, and the hardest…being able to witness a loved one because a shell of who they were. Not everyone is equipped to do that last one. I will say this though, the person with ALS is-still-the-same-person! I cannot emphasize this enough. The significant difference is physical abilities, that and the presence of medical devices. That’s it, perhaps additionally is a new perspective on life and priorities.

Everything else takes a back seat to being present. Learn what, how and when to step in and help, not just the person with ALS, but the caregiver also. Either one may resist your efforts, but they need it desperately.

Being Present is a gift, a gift to each other.


ALS the Price You Pay

What does it cost to live with ALS? This question has many answers, some you may not expect. Let’s chat bout that a bit.

These are the costs of living with ALS:
Physical abilities
Your Voice
Your Breath
Your Life

Finances, let’s start there why don’t we. First, if you-work or own a business, eventually you will be forced to retire or divest yourself of the business. There goes your source of income. Now you are on social security disability, if you contributed and qualify? This doesn’t begin to be adequate, many have to make drastic sacrifices to survive. Some resort to crowd funding to meet needs; yet the US is considered the richest most socially conscientious nation, I won’t go down that rabbit hole.

The financial devastation of ALS is truly a silent epidemic, to the general public that is. Those living with ALS know too well it’s insidious nature. Allow me to hit you with some figures:

• Over a 10-year period (2001-2010), all expenses related to the cost of care for an individual patient were collected concurrently and then analyzed in 2012. Results showed that total disease-duration costs were $1,433,992 (85% paid by insurance, 9% paid by family, 6% paid by charities). The highest costs were for in-home caregivers ($669,150), ventilation ($212,430) and hospital care ($114,558). In conclusion, this case study illustrates costs of care for ALS as a burden for patients that may impact treatment decisions.


This is dated, but what’s relevant is the reference to insurance coverage. Many needs of persons with ALS are often declined by insurance, don’t get me started on MEDICARE! So in addition to all the above, one often has to fight for approval, it is the family that ends up fighting.

Pain- it is stated that ALS is a painless condition…Ha! It is an emotional and secondary effect impact from a semi truck. The emotional pain is obvious, but the physical pain is a secondary effect from atrophy, strictures and locked joints.

Anxiety/Depression- these two are companions of ALS. Not just for the patient but also the family or caregiver. Please seek professional help when it becomes difficult to navigate living with ALS, sooner rather than later.

Time- goes without saying, from the onset of symptoms you are now on the ALS clock. What does this mean? ALS now determine how much longer you live, just a blunt truth.

Relationships- this is very painful, a double edged sword. You now depend on others for every need, some loose everyone close. However friends fall into two categories: those that can handle your new way of life and those that can’t. Here’s the blunt truth, not everyone is equipped to witness your decline.

Physical abilities, Voice, Breathing- eventually we will be paralyzed and depend on mechanical ventilation to breathe and eyegaze to communicate, if you choose to, many don’t.

Your Life…nuf said! M-kay

What’s your life worth? Mine is PRICELESS!


ALS The Long and Winding Road

“You have ALS…”

Yes devastating to hear, but how did you get here? Where on your body did it first manifest? When did it introduce itself? How long from onset did it take to get diagnosed?

Most of the public, who are mostly unaware of ALS, know even less of the painful journey to “you have ALS”.

From months up to two years is the average timeframe it takes to be diagnosed. But isn’t there a blood test, scan or exam that can tell you?

No…no, and no!

Well at least there’s treatments and aren’t they close to finding a cure!?

Eh, no…and no! There is nothing to stop or slow it down. How can I put this delicately…the only cure is death. If you didn’t know, well now you do.

So what does it take to get a diagnosis? Here is the laundry list:
Referral to a Neurologist
They can and usually run blood tests, standard, heavy metals, Lyme disease, environmental and industrial toxins.
Exposure or long term use of medications, supplements etc…
CT Scan, MRI, x-rays
Electromyologram (EMG) nerve conduction test.
Nerve biopsy

All of the above are typical, what I didn’t share are the sleep if tests, scans and referrals to other specialist along the way, to rule out all the other conditions. Conditions that mimic, parallel or present similar to ALS.

My journey took almost two years, one possible neck surgery, three neurologist and so on.

What would you do waiting to get answers to what is destroying your body. Wait patiently, put all your faith in the specialists, or loose your mind and get angrier by the day. Becoming increasingly frustrated at getting poked and prodded without answers. Oh and if it weren’t bad enough the average prognosis is 2-5 years. You’ve just lost two years of ALS life just getting the diagnosis.