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A PALS Journey by Cathy Speck www.alssac.org
It was 1971, in Davis CA, when my mom and Dad asked us kids to sit down at the dinner table for a serious discussion. My parents had nine children, with four of us still living at home. We were a happy, active, warm family and my mom had always been robust and lively and immune to even the cold or flu. Or so it seemed. For about a year she kept going to the doctor with mysterious symptoms. Nothing seemed too horrible, doctors said. Probably bursitis, or "tennis elbow" or "hitchhikers thumb."