Well, Rod was determined to work until March 4, the end of a pay period. The doctor told him he needed to go on disability when we were there on January 19.

He hit the wall today at work. He was setting up a piece of equipment, missed a step, could not get it right and got frustrated. Instead of his normal anger, he had a panic attack. I told him to come home. He got out to the parking lot and sat in the car trying to decide if he needed to call my son to come get him. He made it home okay, but today will be his last day at work.

I have sent his short-term disability forms to the doctor and his employer. We have begun our journey, we have crossed the bridge. The next step is the application for SSDI. Luckily, his diagnosis is a compassionate allowance diagnosis, so it should go through before his six months of short-term disability expires.

I am glad to have him home with me instead of me worrying all day if something was going to happen at work. This is a hard step for him. I think today brought the whole diagnosis home to him. He is sleeping now and I think he really feels the impact that FTD will have on his life going forward.

I hope I can carve a solid path for us on this side of the bridge.