I'm starting to feel cheated of the last bit of life I have left. I was diagnosed with ALS a couple of months ago. It took some time to come to terms with having a fatal disease and one that completely takes away your independence at that. One thing that helped me cope was to create a mini-bucket list of sorts, detailing the things I'd like to do before I become immobile and the people I'd like to see before my time is up. I had just begun making real plans to see it through when the outbreak struck. Now it's all about staying home and practicing social distancing. I can't help but feel a little cheated.