On Friday, I mentioned that May is one of the two months dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Tonight, I would like to bring up another remembrance:  May is the month to focus on ALS.

I will never forget the day when my mother, on Labor Day weekend and, ironically, during the Jerry Lewis telethon, called me from the Mayo Clinic to tell me that she was officially diagnosed as one of “Jerry’s kids”.  She had been diagnosed with ALS, Lou Gehrig’s Disease, Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis.  The doctor she was referred to in Indiana told me privately a couple of months later that she had the fast developing kind and that she would not have long to live because it was primarily attacking all the muscles associated with breathing.

I would not wish ALS on my worst enemy.  I pray that, some day, they may find a cure for this awful disease.

I miss you, Mom.