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Typing with your fingers or thumbs is sooooo 2012.

I tweeted that earlier in the year. I type with my eyes. Not only that, I navigate my computer, create and play music, keep a calendar, conference call, lead web X meetings, text and, obviously, tweet with my eyes.

Crazy, right? Actually, not as crazy as you may think. Cell phones, tablets, TVs and computers are all beginning to incorporate "eye tracking" technology. Someday soon we will all navigate computers with our eyes. When that day comes, remember you saw it here first. Keeping this perspective helps me think of myself less as disabled and more as a trendsetter.

I also have automation in my house that allows me to open doors, turn on lights, open blinds, change the thermostat and turn on TVs. I do my best to try to think of myself as super-abled, rather than disabled. About the only things I cannot control in the house are my son, Rivers, and my wife, Michel. She is fierce like a bolt of lightning, and he takes after her.

So, how does this technology work?

I have a tablet PC attached to my power wheelchair. This tablet, my command center, sits about 18 inches from my face. At the base of my tablet, I have a black bar that houses infrared cameras that track my pupils. From there, I have a toolbar on the right side of my tablet screen that has mouse commands: left click, right click, double click, etc. So, I look at my on-screen commands for half a second, and those commands select. Then I look wherever I want to click on screen. For example, if I want to minimize my Spotify application, I look at the "left click" command, then gaze at the app's minimize button. If I want to read today's MMQB column, I select the scroll button from my on-screen commands, then gaze at an area in the column. The technology senses where my eyes are as I read, and automatically scrolls down the page accordingly.

Sweet, right?!

It works the same way with my keyboard. This is how I speak: I type whatever nonsense comes to mind, click "speak," and a synthetic voice that sounds hauntingly like my old voice belts out the nonsense for all to hear.

I can crank out about 20 words per minute. For 4,500 words, that's almost four hours to finish this column.

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I have been diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS).

It's a terminal disease with an average lifespan of two to five years post-diagnosis, and scientists don't know what causes it. ALS prevents your brain from talking to your muscles. As a result, muscles die. As a result, every 90 minutes people die. I am a person.

ALS does not affect cognitive process. Stephen Hawking, one of smartest people on the planet, has ALS. It rarely affects the eyes. It doesn't affect senses like hearing, taste and touch. I cannot move them, but I can feel, and very much enjoy when you take my hands in yours. No, you do not have to yell, or use one syllable words. I can hear you, and I have above average intelligence. Still.

I think we will find a cure only when the world clearly understands what ALS does and how to help. This real life example may help you understand ALS.

For those reading at home, experiment in real time. Grab some dental floss and an old sleeping bag. Unroll the sleeping bag and get all the way in. Head first. Now try to floss your teeth, struggling to move in that restricted space. Did you feel a sense of panic, or frustration, like the more effort you gave the harder things got? Were you short of breath? These are all very real phenomena for ALS patients. Let me know your emotions going through the experience on Twitter. The first 25 people that email video of the trial will get a t-shirt/wristband package.

So, how does a person react when he or she learns there are two to five years left with which to live?

Denial. Frustration. Anger. Despair. But at some point, I understood that acceptance of this diagnosis was not admitting defeat. That was critical for me personally. I think our lives are enriched when our own death is a conscious thought. I am not saying we should obsess over this, but it can be useful, because it makes you focus on the things and people you truly love. After that realization, I started to dig in, to look forward to what might be in my future.

Because ALS research is underfunded and under-resourced, patients end up fading away quietly. I did not want to fade away quietly.

Then I noticed something unique about a handful of ALS patients. They were living beyond the two-to-five-year estimate. A small fraction of ALS patients progress very slowly. These people went beyond that. They were choosing to go on ventilators, and continue with life. Years. Decades! I was shocked.

These people were not fading quickly or quietly.

I realized these patients had three crucial elements to help them: the right support, the right technology and purpose. They had things they were so passionate about, they were willing to go on a ventilator to continue to pursue them. A perfect example is O.J. Brigance, Director of Player Development for the Ravens. O.J., who has become a mentor to me, is not dying from ALS. He is choosing to live with ALS.

After my diagnosis, I was determined to gather the right support, the right technology and continue living a purposeful life. For decades, despite the progression of the disease.

Michel and I made some decisions. We were passionate about having a child. And so Rivers was born in October 2011. Ten months after my diagnosis. I was a few months from completing my MBA at Tulane University. I was passionate about the courses, and made some friends for life during my time there. I chose to finish. I love adventure travel. So, Michel and I bought a sports mobile (think of a camper van on steroids) we nicknamed the Ironhorse, and drove from New Orleans to Alaska and back. I thought I could help other people live with ALS, so we started a non-profit dedicated to that.

I am well into the disease progression. I am unable to walk, talk or eat. In some ways, this stage of the process is less frustrating than previous stages. I often feel normal. I forget that it's weird to eat through a tube or be in a wheelchair. Still, I can't deny that it's a struggle. In the words of Peter King, "This blows."

I sit somewhere on the razor's edge. I am so happy to hear my son say, I love you dadu. So happy I want to explode. But I also have fleeting, but agonizing moments of frustration as I watch my friends throw him giggling in the air. I just want so badly to hug him like I used to hug the people I love so much, to brush his hair or hold his hand.

The film The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, based the book of the same name, has a line that enlightens and comforts me. The protagonist, who has lost all ability to move except one eye, discusses his role as a father. He notes, "Even a fraction of a father is still a father."

So we focus on creative ways to help me interact on intimate levels with Rivers. He sits with me every morning when he wakes up and every night before bed. He takes "walks" with me in my wheelchair. We have a Spotify playlist, and a YouTube channel. I pre-recorded me reading books early in my diagnosis, so we watch me read to him. He is learning sign language, and we watch live music videos. He now gives me high fives and helps me shower.

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Football and ALS.

Current research shows that NFL players are more likely to have certain brain diseases. Additional research shows there have been 27 players diagnosed with ALS in the past 60 years. But it's important to note that more than 27 ALS patients, none of whom have ever played football, will die in the next two days. For me, this disease is global. It affects any race, gender or walk of life.

But if football did, somehow, cause my ALS, what does that mean for my life?

As humans, we are able to conjure and attach meaning to almost any circumstance or development. When handed what feels like a terminal diagnosis, it's human nature to ask, Why did this happen to me?! or What does this mean?!

The question What caused this? can usually be analyzed and measured precisely. (Scientists are still working on defining the cause of ALS, and I am not sure if football caused my ALS.) On the other hand, interpreting meaning is, in my opinion, quite ambiguous. We cannot measure, verify or confirm meaning. We, as humans, create and apply meaning. When something happens to us, we become the author of meaning. The best philosophy I have adopted is to apply a useful and productive meaning, rather than a negative or destructive meaning, regardless of the circumstances in my life.

So, I have conjured my own meaning from my circumstance, if in fact football did cause my ALS. It means to me that I gave my life helping a city and a region in ruins find some hope in their struggle for rebirth. I will never regret that.


Read More: Guest MMQB: Steve Gleason on his life with ALS, mission for a cure - NFL - Peter King - SI.com

"A Veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to "The United States of America" for an amount of "up to and including my life."

SaintsBro

The irony of this article coming out the EXACT same day as the Atlanta shock jocks fiasco is just incredible.

AsylumGuido

Awesome article. Take time to read everything in the link.

Rugby Saint II

He is an amazing man. I know what it's like to be told that you will die and there is nothing you can do about it.
I was diagnosed with Squemous Cell Carcinoma 4-A. If not the deadliest form of cancer it's one of them. My doctor told me that I was dead and didn't know it......that I was still walking around but very much dead. He was one cold surgeon! I said "You don't know me. I Play Rugby.......you can't kill me."

Fortunately, I was blessed with an extremely athletic body and mind that could take the trauma of chemo and radiation. Having played rugby I was used to taking a beating and I was lucky enough to beat the odds.

This isn't about me. It's about the indomitable spirit! That is what Steve Gleason has and I am damn proud of him!!! My heart goes out to him every time I think of him. He is my hero! I am glad that he has been able to live a productive life with his limited ability.

I feel for Steve Gleason and want him to enjoy the rest of his time here as much as possible.
btw: That was a very moving article.

RaginCajun83

Great article, Steve will be one of the guys I will tell my son about when he is old enough to understand things, not just the block and what he did as a player (he's one of my top 5 Saints that I've seen play) but his perception on life during the circumstances he has been given now. I've never had the privilege in meeting him but if I did I just like to thank him for the impact he's had on my life