Last year at this time, we were at WDW - DH had had surgery for a fracture of the cervical spine - he was tired and rented a scooter all week (he wouldn't miss a Disney vacation for the world). He got worse and worse instead of better, and in February we got the news about the real cause of his problems. We got a hospital bed in the house today, and his speech has gotten so slurred even I'm having trouble understanding him but the speech device has been ordered so that will be resolved soon. He's gone from a cane to a walker to a wheelchair in just a few months. No vacation this summer, the heat causes him to have anxiety attacks and every movement has become terribly difficult. Luckily his parents are across the street so there are three of us to take care of him. My heart is breaking - his symptoms are progressing so rapidly that we're afraid he'll be gone before long. I don't know what I'm going to do without him. I'm so grateful that we took all the trips that we did while we could, he enjoyed them so much. Now, we have our memories to keep us going, and our souveniers. He loves to go over the good times we've had; it seems odd not to be planning more. But he can still laugh and joke, and as long as he does that, it makes me happy.