Muscle Memoirs: LGMD Experiences – a Column bt Patrick Moeschen

I have lived with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy (LGMD) type 2E/R4 for more than 40 years. Initially, apart from stretching and visiting a neuromuscular clinic twice a year, I didn’t think much about managing my symptom progression. So much has changed. In January 2024, I was forced to put my…

In the spring of 1986, my doctor told my parents and me that one of the standard prescribed treatments for muscular dystrophy was splints, which I would wear on my legs to keep my heel cords loose and limber. The doctors wanted my ankles to reach a 90-degree bend,…

I have been involved with the annual Parent Project Muscular Dystrophy (PPMD) conference since 2002. Back then, the conference was attended by fewer than 50 people, almost no one living with muscular dystrophy (MD), and no representatives from pharmaceutical companies. The sessions were presented by scientists who did…

Each year, I attend at least one national gathering of people living with muscular dystrophy. In addition to learning about the most updated care standards, treatment strategies, and research initiatives, I’m able to bond with those who share a similar diagnosis, and have made some dear friends. The upcoming…

I recently read a New York Times article about stress. Whether you live with a disability or not, stress is a universal phenomenon. Life is full of stressful moments both large and small that can overwhelm the best of us. In the article, the author asks three questions designed…

Having a rare disease is not an easy life. I have limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, so in addition to the physical decline of my body, I also need to be hyperaware of my mental health. I don’t think humans were hardwired to adjust to life on their own with a…

My dear friend Colin Rensch had a saying: “If you think you can, then of course you can.” I met Colin because I live with limb-girdle muscular dystrophy, and he lived with Duchenne muscular dystrophy. Colin, who defined passion, purpose, and positivity, passed away last month at the…

Everyone recognizes the blue and white signs featuring a figure in a wheelchair that adorn certain parking spots. I call him the wheelchair guy, and he allows me to park close to public building entrances. The sign is an international symbol of disability. Of course, many disabled people are able…