Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Blog 2

I used to be able to type about 100 words per minute with a zero percent error rate. I say that to let those who don't actually know me understand that I am something of a perfectionist, not arrogant. The contraption I now use to “type” is made from PVC pipes and some other items I can't recognize. It was artfully crafted by the kind souls at Be Extraordinary. I honestly can't say how many incarnations of this switch there have been. Early on, I could only move my left foot. Then movement returned to my left thumb. All this at less than a snail's pace, mind you. Next, my left pinky. I guess that it would be appropriate if I thank Dr. Susan Fager and Suzie Wiley. Back to the pinky. Once I had two options, all that was history. Now let's not discuss speed or errors.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Blog 1

(This is Alison's husband, Chris. Welcome to the new and improved Hope for Alison Blog! Going forward, you'll be hearing a lot more from Alison herself! I'll be here to help coordinate things, but the text from her is 100% her - I'm simply copying it from her word document and pasting it here for all of you fine folks. So enjoy!)

I have no reason to complain. My apartment is warm when it is cold outside, cool when it's hot. I have all the food I need. People I know­—and even folks I have never met—care what happens to me. But I want to complain. I can't walk. I can't talk. And were it just me and not for my super-optimist husband, I would cry a lot more. I am also unable to eat, and that's a problem. So if you'd like to follow along while I recover, you are welcome.