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I believe that many adults living with rare diseases can and do become experts in their conditions, sometimes more so than healthcare professionals. With respect to my own journey with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, this point became particularly clear when I had a near-death experience in early 2024. Several types…

When I think about my son Charlie, I always remember my pregnancy with him. I’d taken a home test and knew I was pregnant, but when I called to make an appointment with my doctor to confirm the good news, I scheduled an appointment for my son Max, who was…

Last Thursday, I participated in a workshop that used experiential theater to examine healthcare conversations. With a sense of anticipation and hope, I stepped into the unknown, eager to gain insights that could enrich my advocacy for Duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD), which I have. The workshop, held by the…

During a recent facioscapulohumeral muscular dystrophy (FSHD) wellness group meeting via Zoom, we each shared how we were feeling about our disease journey. One participant said, “I feel like I’m always in transition.” I can relate to that. With FSHD, the need to adapt seems never-ending, a topic that…

Once again, I’m writing from an uncomfortable chair in an infusion room as my son Max participates in a clinical trial. I frequently visit this room with my three sons — Max, 19; Rowen, 16; and Charlie, 14 — who live with Duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD). It’s a…

It’s been a couple of weeks since my last column. I’ve missed writing them. I can never explain how therapeutic it is for me to share my life as a caregiver through writing. I have seven children: Lexi, 24, Max, 19, Chance, 18, Rowen, 16, Charlie, 14, Mary, 10, and…

As a Duchenne muscular dystrophy survivor, I’ve spent much of my life on the outside looking in, especially when it comes to public events like concerts and sporting events. My condition affects not only my ability to move but also my breathing. I rely on a BiPAP…

In September 1995, I began my first teaching job at a New Hampshire public middle school instructing students about band instruments and music. At the time, I was 10 years into my diagnosis with Becker muscular dystrophy. I wouldn’t be rediagnosed — this time, correctly — with…

If you’ve read any of my recent columns, you know that I’ve had a lot of health struggles of late. I’m back on the medical merry-go-round with physical therapy, occupational therapy, medical appointments, and tests that tie me up multiple days every week. I’m struggling to stand up from…

On April 25, the Muscular Dystrophy Association (Singapore), or MDAS, celebrated its 25th anniversary with a spectacular gala at Marina Bay Sands, an iconic hotel and convention center here in Singapore. The evening was filled with music, memories, and meaningful reunions. The staff had adorned the room, which quickly filled…