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The disease I have, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), causes loss of mobility among other things, which prompted me to get a sweet service dog named Wendy. Last December, I took Wendy to the vet for her annual checkup. Like all of her previous appointments, Wendy kissed the vet, got…

It started as a simple question on our car ride home. “If you had a time machine, where in time would you visit and why?” The answers included typical kid responses — dinosaurs were mentioned — but my 11-year-old daughter Amelia’s quick statement made me catch my breath. She…

A recent struggle has been bothering me, even though, logically, it feels silly to get worked up about it. In the big scheme of things, it has no real impact on my life, yet it’s another reminder that I’m not in control of my body. My latest woe is about…

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…

The other day I decided to try watercolor painting again. That may sound like an extremely frustrating activity for someone who signs their name like a 5-year-old. No offense to 5-year-olds. Poor motor skills are one of the symptoms of the disease I have, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). I’ve always…

The rare disease community is full of unknowns. Due to the lack of research for many conditions, we often face uncertain outcomes or futures. Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) is no different, full of various symptomatic possibilities as it affects people in unique ways. As I talk and compare…

Though I love to travel, I sometimes struggle with maps. I often need clear clues and landmarks to prevent my brain from going to mush. I benefit from talking through the directions with a traveling companion. I stare at the “You are here” diagrams found at various destinations and need…

When I’m frustrated about my Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) disabilities, life has a cruel tendency to remind me how very not “normal” I am. I continually find myself in circumstances that highlight my problems or force me to be a spectator or accept help. In those moments, I just want…