For Mama — and For the Ones Still Fighting. I never understood how a few words could rearrange a whole life…until the day I heard ALS.At first, it didn’t look like anything.Just tired hands, slower steps, little moments we brushed off as age or exhaustion.But ALS is quiet like that…It slips in soft, then steals loud.I watched the strongest woman I’ve ever known fight a battlefield no one could see.Her smile stayed, even when her voice trembled.Her eyes stayed bright, even when her body betrayed