I was a teenager when we learned that my grandmother would not survive ALS. I remember watching her move a pointer slowly toward the letters for I LOVE YOU, the last time that I saw her alive.

I was a teenager when we learned that my grandmother would not survive ALS. I remember watching her move a pointer slowly toward the letters for I LOVE YOU, the last time that I saw her alive.

Now, 25 years later, my brother-in-law, only 38 years old himself, is suffering from ALS. Taking action will result in more options for people living with ALS. Please join the fight.