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As I heard the words come out of my mouth, I knew I sounded crazy. Yet there I was, pitching the idea to my husband: I wanted us to embark on a 16-hour journey to a place so remote that there’d be no running water or electricity. And we were…

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…

If you’ve seen me fall or heard me talk about it, the first thing I usually say is “I’m OK.” I’ve even said that when I had a broken shoulder, when I clearly was not fine. Since no one could see my broken shoulder, I hid the pain. When I…

When I was 25 years old, on Aug. 19, 2013, my life forever changed. Together with my parents and husband, I got the answer we’d long sought about why my balance was progressively, noticeably, and inexplicably getting worse, despite being young, active, and otherwise healthy. A neurologist provided a…

Last Monday, my husband, Dave, and I were on the last leg of our journey home from vacation in the Shenandoah Valley. The GPS interrupted our Audible book and said, “Take exit 90 toward the Massachusetts Tournpike.” That’s not a typo — the GPS mispronounced turnpike. Hearing the mistake, we…

Traveling from my home in Canada is stressful, expensive, and exhausting. It pushes me outside my comfort zone, and it is, more often than not, an absolute gong show. Brittany Sommerfield counts a 2022 trip to Ireland among her travel experiences. (Courtesy of Brittany Sommerfield) It’s not easy with…

Mid-August is generally recognized as back-to-school time for those with school-age children or who work in education. Our television programs are flooded with commercials for the latest and greatest in children’s fashion trends and the new must-have school supplies; our inboxes are full of promotions and sales; and there’s a…

The other day I was listening to a podcast. (I think I’m addicted to podcasts.) The interviewee had post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), though she preferred that it be called post-traumatic stress injury (PTSI) because she felt she was having a normal reaction to a horrendous trauma. During my years with…

“Yeah, that was not me. It was you.” I finally said it out loud after all these years. I was not the first person to recognize that our daughter Amelia, then 4, was experiencing symptoms of Friedreich’s ataxia (FA); it was my husband. He noticed things that I, despite…

Sometimes life with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) can feel smooth, all things considered. Now and then, the accommodations my disabilities demand or the adaptations my symptom progression requires don’t seem that intrusive. I feel like I am, for the most part, able to take part in my life. My participation…

A few days ago, I looked at vacation pictures from our trip to Hawaii in 2007. It was a wonderful vacation — not perfect, but fun and relaxing. We watched postcard-perfect sunsets over the ocean, framed by palm trees, glowing in pinks and oranges. We relaxed on the beach, swam…

I’m 100% dependent on mobility aids due to my current stage of Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) progression. Given that, there’s never been a shortage of reactions by others to my various walkers and wheelchairs. In my personal experience, most toddler boys are fascinated by anything with wheels, so I’ve…