Matthew’s life doesn’t look like what he imagined when he was an active Cajun boy. Once diagnosed at age 11 with Friedreich’s ataxia, he threw himself into books, writing, and studies, achieving a bachelor’s degree in English and a master’s degree in mental health counseling. Writing a column at Friedreich’s Ataxia News and serving as the associate director of columns for its parent company BioNews is a perfect combination of his two degrees. He notes life’s small, often overlooked successes in his column. In progressive disability, Matt tries to notice his little victories, hoping that others notice their own … or something like that.
“Time is a flat circle. Everything we’ve ever done or will do, we’re gonna do over and over and over again … forever.” — Rust Cohle (Matthew McConaughey), the pessimistic and existential homicide detective in “True Detective” Based on philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche’s doctrine of eternal…
As our parents know, those of us with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) persevere through all of the challenges life throws our way — and there are many. I’m proud to belong to a group of such scrappy and fierce people, even though none of us would’ve chosen to live this…
My dad, Freddie, and Ethan, my manager here at Bionews (the parent company of this website), sat on either side of me as we awaited the opening session of the National Ataxia Foundation‘s (NAF) annual conference on the last day of May. We eagerly anticipated seeing the first speaker on…
I was in high school when I first encountered a famous line by Shakespeare’s Hamlet: “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” At the time, I thought it was relativistic nonsense. I believed the world was divided into good and bad, and confusing the…
If there were a Mount Rushmore of Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) advocates, it would depict four action shots of Kyle Bryant. Kyle, 42, is a trailblazer in the FA community, and his positive, encouraging attitude is infectious. I’m lucky to call Kyle one of my good friends; he’s the person…
Note: This column includes a mention of suicide. Resources for help are listed at the end. I grew up with an unwritten rule that wasn’t taught by my parents but seemed to be what society expected: “Whatever difficulties you face, keep them to yourself. Everyone else has enough difficulties to…
My interest was piqued this month when I read about positive Phase 2 trial results for a drug from Larimar Therapeutics, as it’s a clinical trial that I’ve been closely following. This potential treatment for my rare disorder, Friedeich’s ataxia (FA), is especially exciting for me because it…
I’ve never been a fan of making big resolutions at the start of a new year. I don’t like the idea of a “new year, new me.” I think the reason I’m harsh on New Year’s resolutions stems from the onslaught of my progressive disorder, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). As…
Bionews CEO Chris Comish often repeats the phrase “We’re just getting started.” He’s said it so many times that it’s become an unofficial motto at the company. But the phrase is more than a well-wish; it’s also a call to action and a reminder to stay the course because…
When life gets overwhelming, my mind will often escape the reality before me, at least momentarily. I’m unsure if these brief internal retreats are daydreams, escapes, or the products of an overactive imagination; maybe all of them. But I’ll refer to this tendency as “dreaming” in this column. To me,…
“Friedreich’s ataxia.” After long months of visiting different kinds of doctors all over my home state, those were the words the neurologist uttered. My family and I had desperately sought a medical reason why I’d begun to doubt and question my functioning, even as my 9-year-old peers were getting more…
Friedreich’s Ataxia News proudly presents “Beyond the Friedreich’s Ataxia Basics,” a live, virtual roundtable discussion taking place at 6 p.m. EST Nov. 1. This free event is open to all audiences — patients, friends and family members, caregivers, medical professionals, and anyone curious about the current state of the…
I’m no cartographer, but the adventurous part of me has always awakened when I hear about the saying supposedly inscribed on ancient maps: “Here be dragons.” Even though historians now believe that the phrase was only used on a single 16th-century globe, the rumor that most medieval maps warned…
Note: This column describes the author’s and interviewee’s own experiences with Skyclarys (omaveloxolone). Not everyone will have the same response to treatment. Consult your doctor before starting or stopping a therapy. Hope is crucial for those in the Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) community. For me, facing a rare degenerative…
The word “enduring” has been on my mind a lot lately. I was thinking about that concept as I saw friends with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) post on social media about the approval of Skyclarys (omaveloxolone), the first-ever treatment for our disorder. Even though it’s worth celebrating…
The recent approval of Skyclarys (omaveloxolone), the first treatment for Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), is game-changing. But I’m frustrated that there’s still a long journey ahead for me. When this drug was approved Feb. 28, I celebrated in a column posted minutes after the announcement. A few…
From its start, this column has mostly focused on my own reflections and experiences with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). Although firsthand perspectives are important, navigating a condition like FA isn’t a solitary effort. That’s why I’ve been asking my immediate family members to share their thoughts. My columns have…
As I sat in the darkened movie theater recently, the screen showed a colossal battle filled with too much reliance on CGI. I yawned and checked my watch. Not even halfway into the movie’s run time and I was already losing interest. I was surprised that the scene bored me…
Melodramatic title aside, Tuesday, Feb. 28, was a nail-biter. The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) was expected to make a decision regarding the approval of Skyclarys (omaveloxolone) for my rare disease, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). A long and bumpy road had led to this decision, and the…
As of today, the status of Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) has changed from untreatable to treatable, thanks to the approval of Skyclarys (omaveloxolone) by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA). I still find it unbelievable that FA has a treatment. I’m reminded of high school, when one…
I’m realizing that a Friedriech’s ataxia (FA) diagnosis is a family affair, and the stories I tell in my column, “Little Victories,” typically offer only one perspective. I tried to broaden that view when my sister Kiki shared her perspective in my column last month. She is…
As the audience gathered last week, again I asked, “Why am I doing this?” They sprawled comfortably on couches and beanbags as they waited on the slightly uncomfortable speaker: me. My friend Loren had asked me to speak to the students at his nonprofit, Hope for Opelousas, a…
Poetry has always been pivotal, even crucial, to my life’s journey. Maybe that’s fitting for a guy diagnosed with a rare disease. In one survey from 2017, only about 12% of adults reported reading poetry in the last year. My disorder, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), affects 1…
What’s it like to be the only sibling out of three who doesn’t have a rare diagnosis? As I fumble my way through living with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), I want to know what life looks like to my able-bodied sibling — my youngest sister, Mckenzie, who went by Kiki…
The 2000 Darren Aronofsky film, “Requiem for a Dream,” doesn’t pull any punches as it shows the hellish descent of four people into a life of addiction, while the dreams they had for their lives become further and further out of reach. Although it’s mostly overlooked today and…
A news article was recently shared and reshared across my social media platforms. It reported that a 9-year-old girl recently performed in an Oklahoma production of “The Nutcracker,” composed by Tchaikovsky. Typically, there’s nothing newsworthy about that. “The Nutcracker” almost always features children in its first…
“Should I tell my young child that he/she was diagnosed with Friedreich’s ataxia?” Though solemn and heartbreaking, that question is not uncommon. At least three times a year, it’s asked in FA forums and online groups, and debate follows. It reminds me of my own childhood diagnosis of…
Making free “lemonade” at a restaurant is popular with penny-pinching college students, even though it may be legally dubious. Or maybe it’s popular because it’s dubious. Here’s how it works: Step one: Order a glass of water with lemon slices. Step two: Mix the water, lemons, and a few packets…
As I was getting ready for breakfast a few mornings ago and listening to a shuffle of random songs, I recognized one that I hadn’t heard in years: “No Hard Feelings” by The Avett Brothers. For the first time in quite a while, the opening ran…
Last week, a college buddy of mine, Max Harrington, filled in as my caregiver so that I could take a memorable trip to New York City. We were there to attend the annual MM+M Awards, which honor achievements in healthcare marketing and communications. I was joined by several…
Dear M&M’s, As a longtime fan of your candy, I want to say thank you. Your candy-coated chocolates have been a positive memory for me since before I could walk. The memory of my grandfather is forever tied to M&M’s because he gave me a brown bag of…
I read the headline on social media and shrugged: “Queen Elizabeth II, Britain’s Steadfast Monarch, Dies.” My Thursday continued mostly unaffected. I normally don’t pay much attention to the British royal family, but in the past few days, I haven’t stopped thinking about the queen’s passing. Perhaps writing about…
“So I guess the old saying ‘everything happens for a reason’ is true,” my friend and supervisor Brittany Foster said, ending her presentation. I’m still thinking about her words a month later, as I noted in my last column. We were in the middle of a “culture meeting” with…
In a conversation with a friend, she said, “I guess everything happens for a reason.” Hearing this really bothered me, even though that phrase is pretty ubiquitous; I’ve heard it repeatedly. Behind the phrase is the message that everything will be all right. Sometimes, we desperately need to hear this…
About five years ago, I packed about three DVDs before my buddy and I left for a weekend at a fishing camp. We didn’t plan on watching many movies, I just brought them in case we got bored after the sunset and the bayou mosquitoes chased us indoors. When that…
I eagerly kept refreshing my inbox. My local doctor’s office had called about 20 minutes earlier, letting me know that it had received my genetic test results and would forward them to me via email. As I wrote in a previous column, I needed updated results to participate in…
I wrote this speech last week for a group of middle-schoolers. I like the topic and think it is relevant for people like me, decades past the age of junior high students. Now that the school year is coming to a close, students are about to make a big transition:…
When I was younger, I believed in destiny wholeheartedly — that my life unfolded with very little input from me. I was just a passenger on the journey of my life, so no matter what I did, I still barreled toward a future written long ago. My belief in destiny…
Somewhere, it’s like a whistle has been blown urging me to get off of the sidelines and into the game. Finding a treatment for my rare disorder is a lot like a professional football game. Crazy metaphor, I know. The progression of Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) ended my athletic career right…
This year is an interesting time for those with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). There are plenty of reasons to be hopeful for a treatment for FA, more than ever before. Finally, the first treatment seems on the horizon for this damned degenerative disorder. However, it’s important that the FA community be…
Second of two parts. Read my previous column here. I’ve been telling the same old story about my Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) diagnosis for more than 10 years. Maybe it’s time to rewrite it. Like I wrote in my previous column, the facts of my diagnosis will never change,…
First of two parts. I answered my phone on speaker and set it on my table. I was worried that the call had a bad connection, as I heard only static. I almost hung up when the displaced-Californian voice of my good friend Kyle Bryant gave our usual greeting:…
As the end of February approaches, Rare Disease Day, held annually on the last day of the month, is exciting for most of those who live with a rare disease. But every year, something about this day just doesn’t sit right with me. This year, instead of showcasing the…
Often I’d rather dream than face reality. I reflect on this most mornings, when the sun rises enough to turn the sky pinkish-blue and my eyes flutter open. Typically, I wake up on my left side and have to turn myself over to get out of bed. But turning over…
A few mornings ago, I groggily looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror. Because my vanity is wheelchair-accessible, I can see myself when I’m brushing my teeth and fixing my hair. I see the world through two black holes. My dark brown eyes are almost completely black, so…
“You’re cured, Matt! You’re cured!” yelled some friends, their shouts echoing in the ballroom of my college’s student union almost 15 years ago. I remained sitting in my wheelchair following this Christian service of a popular healing preacher. By then, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) required me to…
For some reason, the huge tome of American literature that served as my textbook for high school English always opened to the poem, “For the Dead,” by Adrienne Rich. Probably because the page was dead center in that hulking paperback book, that poem…
The long drive back home was uneventful as the sky shifted from a clear blue to an ominous collection of thunderclouds. If it was a metaphor, I was too tired to notice. We drove on. I asked my buddy Ryan, who was driving my van, what his favorite part of…
“This isn’t a good start to the trip,” I thought while trying not to topple to the floor. I’d missed my wheelchair seat while trying to transfer into it. I was at the Lafayette Regional Airport in Louisiana, and the only bathroom beyond the security checkpoint wasn’t even close…
Sometimes holding on to hope looks a lot like desperation. I’ve been dealing with the unstoppable progression of my disorder, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), for most of my life. Since there is no treatment or cure for FA yet, nothing stops it from ravaging me and sapping my abilities little…
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