Living with Duchenne muscular dystrophy and our bundle of Joy

Our toddler, by any other name, couldn't bring our family more happiness

by Betty Vertin | January 12, 2024

There is joy after a diagnosis of Duchenne muscular dystrophy (DMD). There is joy after the loss of ambulation. There is joy in the midst of watching Duchenne slowly work its progressive, muscle-wasting way through my sons Max, 18, Rowen, 14, and Charlie, 12.

That may be hard to understand. I’ve often met parents freshly gutted by a child’s diagnosis, for instance, who feel their lives will never be the same. Who feel like they’ll never feel happiness or joy again. And I cannot blame them because, in the beginning, I worried about those things, too. But I quickly learned that life with Duchenne can still be happy.

Because I was still happily married to my best friend, Jason, my Duchenne children found happiness even with their significant diagnosis looming in front of them. They snuggled, watched cartoons, and were the same as they’d always been. And as they grow older, we continue to celebrate.

Joy can come in many shapes and sizes; it doesn’t have to be big. The sum of all the daily joys I experience is bigger than Duchenne.

Four children sit at a long , brown kitchen table. Clockwise from left: a teenage boy wearing glasses and a gray T-shirt with red and white lettering; a smiling toddler girl with dark blond hair and a pink top; a young boy with his mouth wide open for the camera and wearing a black T-shirt; and last, another teenage boy wearing glasses and a black T-shirt. Cans of soda and other items are on the table; the kitchen and house in the background have white walls.

From left, Max, Charlie, and Rowen Vertin at the table for lunch with their toddler sister, Callie Joy. (Courtesy of Betty Vertin)

Love and laughter multiplied

My family’s joy also comes in the shape of my 2-year-old, Callie Joy. My youngest, she had a birthday on Tuesday — or as we like to say, she was 2 on Twoooosday.

While I’m a Duchenne caregiver, I’m also a mother of seven children — Lexi, 22; Chance, 16; Mary, 9; and Callie, Max, Rowen, and Charlie — and all of my children are equal in my experience. The most significant source of happiness and joy in my life is the fullness of this big family. We are a faithful, practicing Catholic family, and even after Duchenne, we stayed open to more life — which led us to Callie!

A toddler girl in a white onesie outfit with small, colorful designs sits in front of a teenage boy wearing a black T-shirt and blue shorts. They are in a lift device on a brown floor of a home.

Callie Joy Vertin enjoys riding in the Hoyer lift with her older brother Rowen. (Courtesy of Betty Vertin)

Our youngest came just after Rowen stopped walking and just before Max did. Callie was tiny like all newborns, and even my Duchenne sons were strong enough to hold her and sometimes help with her. I cannot quantify how much that meant to them.

As she has grown into a boisterous toddler, Callie is a source of constant entertainment. Often, the first thing Max, Rowen, and Charlie ask me when I pick them up from school is, “What did Callie do today?”

In our bustling house, not many times do I find myself sitting alone in a room with my husband. But when I do, we never fail to hear Callie and the boys off somewhere in the house, laughing and playing. Even as Lexi, Chance, and Mary get busy with their lives outside our home, Callie is here, bringing them joy.

From the basement laundry room, I can hear Rowen’s chair speeding up and down the hallway, and a knowing smile always creeps across my face because I know Callie has asked for a “wee,” or a ride on a power wheelchair. It’s one of her favorite activities; we don’t even use a stroller.

She has names for each of them: Maa, Ro-Ro, and Cha Cha. She repeats their names when they’re at school, knows the route I drive to pick them up, and chants the name of whoever is next to get picked up.

A toddler girl with blond hair and a light gray outfit holds a face mask with yellow edges to her face; the mask is attached to a plastic hose. She's in a bedroom where the rug is gray, a bedspread behind her is gray with sections of red and white stripes, and a dark gray chest has brown and white drawers.

Callie Joy Vertin likes to help her brothers with their cough-assist devices. (Courtesy of Betty Vertin)

Callie loves to fill up their water bottles with me, help with their cough assist, ride in their Hoyer lift, and go to pool therapy with them. She often runs to one of their physical therapists with arms wide open for a hug.

I’m so glad Callie arrived; she changed and helped our family in so many big and little ways. The love in our family multiplied and laughter increased, with more people open to giggling. We have joy, even after a Duchenne diagnosis, loss of ambulation, and the daily work of an unforgiving disease. We have Callie Joy!

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About the Author

Betty Vertin Betty Vertin is a mother and writer living in rural Hastings, Nebraska, with her husband and seven children. Betty is a caregiver to three sons, Max, Rowen, and Charlie. Her oldest was diagnosed with Duchenne muscular dystrophy in 2010 at 4 years old. The other boys were diagnosed with the same in the following year. Although Duchenne occasionally crashes the party, it has not kept her large family from celebrating and enjoying life. She writes her column in hopes of sharing her family’s experiences with others on a similar journey.