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Scott “The Rock” Lew

Scott “The Rock” Lew
or One Of The Myriad Possible Ways I Got ALS

The whole gym stopped
 and gathered around the boxing ring
 to watch us spar
The Club Stud
 had 3 inches
 15 pounds
 and years of experience
 over me
He usually kicked my ass
 but I really enjoyed fighting him
Not that I’m a masochist
 but the old adage
 to get better
 you need to fight guys
 who are better
 than you
 is true
Shocked at the crowd we’d drawn  
I said to the guy
 lacing up my gloves
Looks like everyone
 wants to watch The Stud
He said
No, man, they want to watch you
You take his best shots
They were lined up to see
 The Tomato Can
 who I just learned
 was me
 take a beating
 and I didn’t disappoint
I got clobbered for two minutes
 noticing for the first time
Oohs and aahs from the crowd
Then, I ate a giant right
 right on the chin
The crowd howled
He’s still standing
 a surprised spectator exclaimed 
I barely felt it
 was in a zone
 wanted to keep sparring
But Father Pat
 the English Catholic Priest
 who bore a strong resemblance
 to Friar Tuck
 our coach and referee
Jumped in and broke us up
 over my
 in retrospect
He led me to a corner
Sat me down on a stool
 asked me
 what year it was
I giggled at the silly question
Father Pat waved his hands above his head
This match is over! 
It was 1989
He told me I couldn’t spar for 2 days
 and walked over to raise the arm
 of the winner
Oddly, I also received
 many back slapping kudos
From excited onlookers
 for the pummeling I took
You’ve got a chin, man
You’ve got a chin 

When I think about how
 I got ALS
I think about that afternoon
 and many afternoons like it
 and how the sport of boxing
 builds character
I could also point
 an atrophied finger at
Bad genes
Many episodes of food poisoning
Many bouts of high fever
Exposure to toxic
 metals and chemicals
From high school jobs
 I should’ve never taken 
Pollution in the environment
 in the town
 where I grew up
Which has a high number of people
 with ALS
Including my next door neighbor
 which is extremely rare
Almost statistically impossible
Considering only one in 75,000
 get the disease
And the place I grew up
Only has 45,000 people
And she lived next door!
It can drive you crazy
 trying to figure out
 how you got a disease
 with no known cause
But I like to think
I got ALS
 because I was just
 too damn tough
 for my own damn good
I’ve got a chin, man
I’ve got a chin

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Happy 75th Birthday, Dad


Happy 75th Birthday, Dad

The greatest gift
 a Dad
Could give his son
 who has ALS
Is to teach him
 how to use
 his mind
Because when
 every muscle fails
 the mind
 is all that remains

You taught me
 by example
I was amazed
 at a very young age
 just how much
 you knew
Seemingly everything
 about everything  
From politics
 to plumbing
From photography
 to electricity
From fine woodworking  
 to the financial
 of corporations
You not only had
 a love for music
You built your own
 top of the line
 by hand
 to maximize
 your listening
No other Dads did that
 and I noticed
 and tried to
 emulate you
 and cultivate my own

So to the guy 
 who is 
 the most curious
 whose hobbies
 are endless
 whose favorite thing
 is talking with someone
 who knows more
 about a subject
 he’s interested in
 than he does
To my Dad
 who likes to tell
 long stories
 which always have
 surprise endings
 and are full of
To my Dad
 who’s beautiful mind
 inspired me
 and gave me
 the mental strength
 that saved
 my life
Infinite cheers
Happy75th Birthday
I love you


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I Was A Mummy For Halloween


Rocky, Roman and Me as Mummy



Rocky, Roman and Me as Mummy

By Scott Lew 11-12-13

I was a Mummy for Halloween
First thing in the morning
I gave my kids a scream
Rocky said I was cool
Which made my heart drool
I was a ghoul who was cool
Said my son, he approved
Roman said I was so scary
I’d frighten trick-or-treaters 
They’d all run away
Back to homes
They thought would be safe  
But in my wheelchair
I’d crash through doors
And scare them some more
That was Roman’s way
Of saying I looked great

Halloween looms large
My kids favorite, by far
And it made me feel glee  
To be
Part of their memory
On that spooky holiday  
Most alive
As the undead
Both my boys said
I filled them with dread
Daddy was scary and cool 


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by Scott Lew 9/20/13

When I was just a gimpy guy
 in a wheelchair
 with a smile
 and a palpable positive attitude
Strangers would come up
 tell me their life stories
Friends would confide in me
 they never told anyone
I appealed to healers and heretics
 the interesting and possibly insane
 wanted to talk
I was a mirror
 in which they could see
 reflected back
 from my most mortal
 point of view
Strange comfort
I was an accidental oracle
It made me feel good

Then I got trached
 and I lost my ability
 to talk
Soon after
 my facial muscles
I couldn’t smile
 not even with
 my eyes
People no longer saw
 their reflection
 in me
They saw
 a blank void
And they stopped
Even my closest
I’m still the same guy
 but now I’m like a black hole
 absorbing everything
 reflecting nothing
And I get it
Who can look
 into a black hole
 without being
But it’s not that
 I’m a pariah
When people do
 brave talking to me
They’re amazed
 I’m still all
 there in there
I try to make them
 by blinking out
 one word
And my boys know
 I say “yes”
 by blinking
So they’re always
 looking into my eyes
 and I get to get
 in theirs


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Near Death Experience

Near Death Experience
by Scott Lew 10/4/11

There was no alarm
 only the faint hiss of air escaping
 from a disconnected cord
I lay there
 wondering why
 no alarm
My wife and the nurse
 couldn’t hear my silent pleas
 or see my fear
 because I have so little ability
 to make sounds
 or facial expressions
My wife left the room
I made clicks with my tongue
 but the nurse was busy dressing me
 didn’t pay attention
Then came the grey fuzz
This is it
 I thought
This is how I die
I thought
 about my kids
 my wife finding me
 burdened with
 breaking the news
 of my death
The nurse putting pants
 on a dead guy
He wouldn’t even notice
 I was gone
 until it was too late
 because my body
 is already so lifeless
I could let go
I thought
Get lost in the flashes
 of my life that was
 riffing in my mind’s eye
Then Ann came back in the room
 realized something was wrong
I was grey turning purple
But there was no alarm
That’s when the nurse noticed
 the disconnected cord
Plugged it in
I heard a pop
The pow of things coming back
The fuzz was gone
I could feel my heart
 which was pounding
 start to slow
My emergency
 was over

It was a wake up call
I live so near death
 dependent on
 these fallible vents
 and flimsy plastic cords
 to breathe
I’d gotten so comfortable
 living so close
 to the edge
I forgot I was

The next day
I stayed in bed
Let my kids jump all over me
Tried to give Ann
 to de-stress
She had been to the edge
 with me
It was a good day
 there were no alarms

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by Scott Lew 5/19/11

The darkness doesn’t come suddenly
It creeps in behind slowly closing walls

At first, I don’t even notice
There was this annoying twitch
 in my chest and upper arm muscles
Forks would drop out of my hands
 every few meals
Fishing coins out of my pockets
 was like a Chinese Finger Puzzle
I’d trip over my own feet
Running got impossible

But these are all problems easy to live with
I didn’t even see the darkness

Then I got the diagnosis
No cure
Death in 2 to 5 years

Holy fucking shit

But instead of despair
 this amazing brain-trick happened
Everything got brighter
Colors more vivid
Tastes, touches more profound
Moments would freeze in time
 and reveal their unique preciousness

Life became a fireworks display so grand
The dark night sky
 behind the explosions of light
 was invisible to my eye

I greeted my failure to walk with enthusiasm
 sounds strange
But I’d known for almost 2 years
 being a wheelchair guy was in my near future
And I was tired of falling down
 cracking my head on the floor hurt

Next to go was my hands and arms
I was able to operate my chair
 with just a little bit of strength
 in my upper right arm and wrist

I was perfectly content
 being a quad in a chair
 as long as I could wheel around
 crack jokes
 and interact with the world

Aside from some minor assistance breathing
 resolved by a vent attached to my chair
I remained in that blissful state
 for almost 3 years

The doctor said I’d hit a plateau

And there I was
 sitting on that precipice
Enjoying the fireworks
When I fell off the cliff

The little strength in my right arm vanished
 I couldn’t move my chair anymore
 I was stuck until someone would move me
For the first time
I felt trapped
 like an invalid

Then eating became too dangerous
 I would choke on the smallest morsel
Like not walking
 not eating was something I expected
Years before
I even had a gastric tube surgically placed
 so I could still live when my mouth failed

But not eating is much more difficult
 than not walking
It removes you from people
 social situations
And denies you one of the true
 primordial pleasures of existence
Then to just screw with my head a little more
ALS took away my ability to drink

That was unexpected

And the walls kept creeping in

My speech became unintelligible
Then when my breathing finally collapsed
 and I needed a tracheotomy to live
My voice was taken away completely

Like not eating
 not speaking
 removes you
 isolates you
 but much worse
I prepared for it
 and with alternative methods of communication
But nothing can prepare you
 for the reality of being

And the walls kept creeping in

There were more surprises
No longer able to breathe
 I lost my sense of smell
When muscles in my eyelids got weak
 my eyesight got blurry
 and is getting worse

We live in boxes
 of the limits
 of our perceptions
The darkness surrounds just outside
And as the walls keep creeping in
And real fear
 of being swallowed
 overwhelms me
I use what dimension I have left
My mind
 to try
 and feel the fireworks


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Past The Finish Line


by Scott Lew 7/23/10

I remember paramedics
 rushing me out the door
 past my brother, dad and in-laws


Wake-up in a dark room
 hear my wife introduce me
 to the doctor who will do the tracheotomy on me
 I can see him but not her
 some guy’s breathing me with an ambu bag
 he’s got it jammed in tight
 I taste blood in my mouth
 Need more air 

Finally, I see Ann
 got her no-bullshit game-face on
 I love that

Blackout, again

Wake up and where am I?

A hospital room
Ann and my dad, a nurse, people in and out
Everybody seems relieved
Find out, I almost died
Paramedics said I was 10 minutes away
I’m lucky to be here 

I try to talk
I try to move
I was a quad before last night
 but now I’m weaker
 can barely move my head
And there’s a new pressure in my neck
 from where I’m breathing

 they suction my mouth and trach
 come up with
 loads of blood and gooey-tissue stuff

Holy fuck do I feel beat up
 I can’t tell anyone
 but they know

The doctor arrives
 he’s worried about my heart, lungs, kidneys and infections
 the pneumonia that put me here
 plus a bug I might’ve got in the operation
 my white blood cell and blood sugar counts are astronomic 

I’m there at least a week
Maybe two
Laid up

Ann brings a letter chart
 So I can say words by blinking
 Like that guy in The Butterfly And The Diving Bell
 But it’s slow and confusing
 Annoying everyone and me
 So I say as little as possible

Night brings no sleep
I doze off and wake up
Feel like I’m drowning in saliva
No one around to suction me
 So I just drool
4 a.m. nurses come in to give me a bath
 Don’t mean to abuse me
But they don’t know how fragile I am
Leave my arms dangling
Ankles and knees crunched
My head twisted back and to the side
I’m frozen in pain
And can say nothing about it
5 a.m. X-Ray Man rolls in
Throws me forward
puts a plate behind my lungs
throws me back to take his shot
throws me forward and back again
to retrieve the plate
I’m like a broken marionette
6:30 and a 20 year old girl comes to draw my blood
Sticks me 5 times but can’t find a vein

I’m screaming soundless for her to stop
But she won’t look at my face
Keeps sticking

I’ve never felt more trapped
Manage a laugh to myself
My life right now would make an excellent horror movie
Misery meets Johnny Got His Gun

I can’t shake this feeling
I should have died 

8 years into a disease that was 90% likely
To kill me in five
I’m way past the finish line
Still trotting like some eager horse
Who doesn’t get the race is over

I think about my life experience
The boys
My super hero
My amazing family and friends
Who showed me so much love
And made me feel so good
I can’t even describe
My professional accomplishments
I’m a legitimate one-hit-wonder
All those places and stories and adventures enjoyed

Maybe that’s enough
A life
I’ve done it

Now I’m just a burden
An exhausted blob
sucking the life out of people who love me 

or at least that’s how I feel
at night

8:45 and I’m saved by Ann
She adjusts me out of my torture pose
so I’m comfortable

Gives me The Cute Report
 About Rocky and Roman

Makes me feel better

Days go by like this
These thoughts I don’t tell anyone
I live for those Cute Reports
But I hate the toll these hospital trips
Take on Ann
Friends come to visit
My dad, brother, father-in-law, cousins
I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open
Feel like a shit heel
Because I can’t express anything 

One week goes by
They say I’m not getting better
Have a new infection
A test of my trach on my home ventilator
Sends my blood pressure 200 plus over 100
My head feels about to explode
Ann is yelling at the nurses
I’m going to stroke out
But it’s 20 minutes before
the Person with Authority
comes to take me off 

I’m shaking
With a skull-splitting headache
But better for it
I don’t just want another Cute Report
I want to get out of that room
And see my boys

whenever the race is finished
I’ll know
I won

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Hanging In

by Scott Lew 4/20/09

It’s about staying alive
I guess
Tapping out letters
 on a key pad
 with this infra-red
 on my forehead
My thin teather
 to our shared
  dot dash dash
  dash dash dash
  dot dash dash
I’m broadcasting

My message
 try to find
 the bright side
 that reason why
 any excuse
  to smile

It’s about hanging on
 with type
 for fun
 dots and dashes
 into the Void
Taking pleasure
  in creation
  and some lucky times
  the dots and dashes
   that echo back

It’s about communication
 dash dot dot
 dot dot
 dash dash dot
You and me
 being Us
 to and fro
 across wires
 light beams
 into the Void
 whap-dashing and
 across the Universe


It’s about why survive
I guess
 our plot
 to enjoy
 the View
 this Perception
 five senses
 and that extra-sense
 fighting back
 the inevitable 

Death is no more
 dots and dashes
 no more
Just those echoes
 might survive
 fading fast and forever
 into the Void

dot dot
dot dash dash
dot dash
dot dot dot
 and gone

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Lessons In Year 8

Lessons in Year 8
by Scott Lew, on his 41st birthday, 9/24/09 

Not being able to walk is no big deal.  That’s just getting started.      

When your fingers and hands stop working, your arms are still useful.  When you can no longer use your arms, they become your dog’s favorite pillow. 

Not being able to eat is worse than not being able to use your arms and legs, but not being able to speak is worse than not being able to eat.  You get shut-in.  Trapped. 

That’s the scariest part of the whole damn thing.  Your mind feels like your entire body. 

When you can’t breathe anymore, you can’t laugh.  But people will still enjoy hearing you snort through your ventilator and understand that it’s laughter.

You do a lot with just your neck and shoulders – nod, use a computer, dance a modified robot dance, wink at toddlers, and much more…

And losing strength in your neck and shoulders will give you nightmares. 

More than ever, you will appreciate the People Who Love You.

That feels so incredible, you will forget you have ALS.  For hours…

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I’m a 44-year-old guy who’s been living with ALS for 11 years.  Every once in a while, I write about it.  These poems are posted here, for your reading pleasure.  If you happen to have ALS, hope you find these scribbles uplifting.  Thanks for visiting my blog.

Scott Lew


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