On a sunny July 4th in 1939, New York Yankees first baseman Lou Gehrig stepped up to a microphone on the field at Yankee Stadium, announcing the end of his career at the hands of a terrible disease that would slowly but surely rob him of everything but his thoughts and personality.
On a sunny March 6th, 2011, as I waited for a flight in the Baltimore airport coming back from visiting a friend in Florida, mom called me with the news, that she was formally diagnosed with the same awful disease that took Lou Gehrig so long ago. As I wept in the airport, realizing the 3-5 years that we likely had left, she did what she was always able to, and bring out the best in the situation. "It's ok," she said, “I could get hit by a bus tomorrow and that would be it. At least here we know we have some time."