People say that they admire my strength in facing my ALS, but it is the family caregiver that carries the load.  Not only are my weakening muscles and lack of ability to speak casting all the things I used to do on Carole, but she has to take care of me more and more as my disease gets worse.  And she does it lovingly, but I know it’s hard .  I wish that I did not have to put her through this, but she says she wouldn’t have it any other way.  I am not sure that I would be as good of a care giver to her if the tables were turned.  What blessing she has always been to me.