The power to influence or even direct people’s behavior or the course of events is part of a typical definition of “control.” When living with a chronic illness, as I am with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, our desire to control the course of events can be a creative balancing act.
People living with a chronic illness, including me, commonly explore how we deal with grief, which is the subject of much theory and research. I’ve thought deeply about how living with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy (LGMD) can be seen through the familiar Kübler-Ross model of the grief cycle, with its…
Like me, my colleagues here at Bionews, the parent company of this website, write about their lives with chronic illness. In our columns, “we make a promise to our rare disease communities to deliver trustworthy information to help educate, engage, and champion the patient voice.” These words appear on the…
In my four decades of life with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, I’ve become comfortable educating everyone I meet about my quality of life and the ways all of us living with chronic, rare conditions have been given a wonderful chance to influence societal views of the disabled community. I’ve…
I believe that all of us who live with a chronic illness deal with a future full of unknowns. We all wrestle with uncertainty regarding quality of life from year to year, month to month, and even day to day. My chronic illness is limb-girdle muscular dystrophy. The…
As most of America’s children go back to school, I thought it’d be timely to offer readers my perspective, as a retired teacher and wheelchair user, on the beginning of an academic year. I began teaching middle school music and band in the fall of 1995. I was 22 years…
Roughly four decades into living with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, I’ve developed numerous ways to thrive. Like many others, I believe in the power of a positive attitude. I try my best to project a positive outlook when communicating with others, whether it’s face to face or by…
Muscular dystrophy entered my life in the fall of 1984. I was 11 years old and beginning my sixth year of school. Along with neighborhood friends, I would walk to and from my elementary school every day. That September, I remember feeling very tired on the short walk down…
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