Since writing my last column, I’ve been struggling to find hope after being denied participation in a gene therapy clinical trial. That may seem strange coming from me, since most of my writing over the years has been about the stubborn kind of hope that people living with…
Little Victories — Matthew Lafleur
Louisiana native Matthew Lafleur’s life isn’t what he expected following his 1994 diagnosis of Friedreich’s ataxia, a rare and debilitating disorder. Instead of giving up, he obtained degrees in English and mental health counseling. Unable to find a job after grad school, he applied to write a column at Friedreich’s Ataxia News. Years later, he now serves as the Associate Director of Patient Engagement for that site’s parent company, Bionews. Through his column and his role in patient engagement, Matt hopes to elevate the often overlooked voices of the rare disease population. We are not victims. We matter.
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Living with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) means I’ve learned to expect the unexpected. Sometimes when everything seems lined up just right, something completely out of my control will change the script. This week, that something was a spider bite. It started small, a mark on my arm I noticed when…
For a long time, I thought the moment I’d start using a wheelchair would be my choice. It wouldn’t be an easy one, of course, but it would still be my decision. Living with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) often feels like a series of choices: Cane or no cane?…
A race has ended, and this time, I lost. I want to be honest, even though honesty feels especially heavy right now. I’d hoped to win this race. I really did. I’m deeply disappointed — not the explosive kind that demands attention, but the kind that settles in like fog,…
My high school emo self would feel deeply recognized in this column. I’ve always resonated with the eeriness of the 2001 film “Donnie Darko”; it’s a darkness that isn’t loud or theatrical, but rather solemn and quiet. It’s the kind that settles into your thoughts and asks questions without offering…
One of my favorite podcasts had an episode titled “Quantum Refuge,” which made me think about Schrödinger’s cat. I was never a physicist, but here’s how I understand it: Schrödinger imagined a cat sealed in a box with a tiny radioactive atom. If the atom decays, poison is…
If there were Olympic medals for complaining, I’d have an impressive trophy room by now. For most of my life with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), I didn’t realize I was “training” for that, because complaining had become second nature to me. I didn’t always do it loudly; it was often…
I didn’t expect a Frankenstein movie to move me, yet here we are. When I saw Guillermo del Toro’s “Frankenstein” on my birthday, I anticipated tension and a few unsettling moments in the retelling of Mary Shelley’s familiar story with modern effects. Instead, I was met with something…
Surprises fuel me in life with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). I normally don’t celebrate my birthday for more than a day, so I didn’t expect a party in September, especially considering that my birthday isn’t until mid-November. I’m turning the big 4-0 this year, but I’d planned to have a…
I intended to publish a column in August that brimmed with hope and included a passage by my friend and fellow columnist Elizabeth Hamilton. We wrote about vatiquinone, which was up for approval with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA). It had the potential to become the…
“This might be even better than a Kubrick,” I thought as “The Shawshank Redemption” appeared on my screen. I was FaceTiming with my manager, Ethan, and his son, who live in upstate New York — 1,461 miles from my South Louisiana home — and we were streaming the film…
My hair is finally the way I like it. In the world of Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), I celebrate every little victory that comes my way. I grinned — cheesily, vainly — as I rubbed an almond-sized glob of men’s hair gel between my fingertips and worked it into the…
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