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			constant companion revisited 'I'm 
			still me' -- Michelle Conrady-Brown 
			"Let me preface this by warning you that 
			I am now doing my own typing ... so it ain't gonna be pretty."-- Michelle Conrady-Brown's journal entry dated Sept.19, 2008
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            [October 14, 2008] 
            Three and a half months after 
			Lincoln resident Michelle Conrady-Brown received a massive dose of 
			stem cells, the verdict is still waiting to be shown. Diagnosed with 
			amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (Lou Gehrig's disease) in May 2007, 
			she continues her fight to defeat the disease that has woven its 
			ugly way into the fabric of her life, and that of her family.  Michelle, in the comfort of her recliner, sat facing the couch 
			and the always-on news channel on television. It, like the disease, 
			has become a constant companion. | 
		
            |  When asked how she feels after receiving what U.S. medicine still 
			considers an experimental treatment, Michelle, always a realist, 
			couldn't say for certain if the assimilation of the new stem cells 
			into her system had worked well or not. Her responses to questions 
			were slow and measured but perfectly clear as she continues to use 
			her will to gain the best over the ALS attacking her speech pattern. In her journal she wrote that she had hoped to see some 
			improvement right about this time. She went on to state that she 
			hasn't felt any changes, good or bad, to date, and that has been a 
			disappointment. "My mood has been a little more up and down -- probably related 
			to the three-month point. I had envisioned myself having some kind 
			of improvement by now and being motivated and excited. But instead, 
			I find myself being worried and doubtful at times." -- Journal 
			entry, Sept. 19 Michelle explained how so much regarding her affliction is 
			psychological in the day-to-day dealings with a silent enemy bent on 
			destroying her. "My legs are still pretty good, but my hands aren't. 
			My balance is a real problem," she said. "Everything would be so 
			much easier if I didn't have such a fear of stumbling or falling. 
			When you become overly cautious, you become more dependent on 
			others' help."  
			
			 And although Michelle cherishes all the help she receives from 
			family and friends, she refuses to allow the disease to rob her of 
			her fight for independence and normalcy. Nor is she afraid to be 
			seen in public.  "When I go to a store, I don't see any people like me there. It 
			would be so easy just to be a number and stay at home, but I'm an 
			in-your-face type of person. This is what ALS looks like, people."
			 "I have really enjoyed my visits with everyone. Getting out and 
			about really helps normalize my life -- it reminds me that I am more 
			than this stupid disease. It is so easy to get caught up in the doom 
			and gloom of the disease that I forget that I still have some living 
			to do (as stupid as that may sound). -- Journal entry, Sept. 19  Michelle continued to explain her determination to put her face 
			on the disease and to take it out of the vagueness of her being just 
			another number. She is comfortable as well as determined to show the 
			world who she is and what this disease has done to her. She wants 
			people to see the fact that she, a 30-year-old mother of two little 
			children, is afflicted. "I have always been a right-out-there kind 
			of person, all the way back to middle school. I see no sense in 
			sugarcoating what is wrong with me. I see no need to hide," she 
			said. Often, Michelle's humor became prevalent during the interview. 
			When asked about medications, she confided that basically she takes 
			vitamins and an occasional anti-infection drug. "I take Zoloft for 
			depression and anxiety. That works real good," she answered with a 
			laugh. When asked if she used alcohol to help hide herself away from her 
			reality she said, "No." "Maybe if I did drink it would actually 
			straighten me back out when I stand," she said with a smile. 
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			Michelle did seem saddened when she remarked that some friends 
			haven't been by to see her since the disease began to take its 
			physical toll on her. "I'm aware how hard it can be for some people 
			to stop by and see me the way I am, and I totally respect that for 
			some people this could be totally uncomfortable to them." Boo Anderson, Michelle's mother, who came into the living room, 
			pointed out that when people do come over, it takes no time at all 
			for them to realize that although Michelle has a debilitating 
			disease, she is still very much the same person they all knew.  "I'm still me," Michelle pronounced. Michelle is frustrated by the fact that a disease that was first 
			diagnosed in 1860 still garners little interest by the U.S. medical 
			community. "They still don't know what causes it, and there isn't 
			anywhere near the research being spent on finding a cure as there 
			are other diseases," Michelle pointed out. She surmises that perhaps a good portion of the previous lack of 
			interest in ALS was that it was primarily a disease that afflicted 
			older people -- people who had enough age that a death sentence that 
			ranged for three to five years from diagnosis might not have much 
			bearing on their actual lifespan anyway. The statistics show now 
			that ALS is slowly but surely moving down in age pattern, as 
			Michelle can attest. The family plans to wait until after the Christmas season to 
			determine the next course of action for Michelle. It will have been 
			six months then, and tests will be taken to see if another massive 
			dose of stem cells would be warranted or perhaps something else, 
			anything else that allows this scrapper to continue her fight. Through all of this, Michelle wants everyone to know how very 
			precious their support and love has been, but that is all she wants 
			from her family and friends. 
			 "Now don't get me wrong -- I'm not sitting here with a bottle of 
			pills and glass of vodka. I will do my best to keep breathing 
			(literally) and try whatever reasonable options I can get my hands 
			on. I'm just trying to figure this all out as I go along. So, to my 
			wonderful friends and family who let me be me with all my political, 
			social and religious views and opinions -- thank you! And thank you 
			for not looking at me or talking to me with pity -- I have no use 
			for it." -- Journal entry, Oct. 8 [By MIKE FAK] 
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