Diagnosed with ALS, He Gave Up on Me

Walking out of the doctor's office with the test results, my expression was grave.

My husband glanced at the report and clearly saw the three words: ALS diagnosis.

He didn't say anything. When we got home, he cooked me an elaborate dinner.

After we ate, he looked at me seriously.

"Claire, we still have to pay for Jamie's college. This disease is a bottomless pit, and there's no cure. Maybe we shouldn't treat it."

I stared at him in shock.

He continued:

"If I were the one who was sick, I definitely wouldn't get treatment either. I couldn't let myself drag down the whole family."