Imagine not having a voice and trying to get someone’s attention. Now imagine not having a voice or the use of your arms and legs and trying to get someone’s attention. Losing my voice is harder than I thought it would be. The first time I tried to wake Mark up after I lost my voice was pretty scary. I was sitting in my wheelchair next to him while he was taking a nap in a La-Z-Boy recliner and I was watching TV. My arms were by my side and falling asleep so I tried to wake him but my voice wouldn’t speak. Even though we were sitting next to each other and within touching distance I couldn’t move my arms and legs to touch him and wake him up. I know I didn’t have a life-threatening plea for help but it still was scary. Mark woke up on his own and I survived my first time without a voice and the grim reality that this is how it’s going be for the rest of my life so I better get used to it or die, but it’s really hard.