Met with Dr. Xxxxx at Jefferson Hospital last Thursday. I knew already that I had ALS, but somehow hearing it from him had a finality. In the back of my mind, I keep hoping that there's a way out; perhaps a mistake was made, perhaps I've imagined the whole thing, maybe I'm being a hypochondriac, I made it up, I'm exaggerating my symptoms and really it's just stress or I breathed too much joint compound dust over the years.
No, it's final.
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