Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) is a cruel diagnosis in several ways, and those ways seem to frequently morph, multiply, and momentarily take over my life. When I first started to learn about FA and my particular prognosis as a late-onset patient, I concentrated on the disruption to my walking ability…
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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…
I fell head over heels in love with my husband, Kyle, when I was 16 years old. By 18, I knew I would marry him. Then it came time for college, and though we didn’t go to the same university, our schools were only 20 minutes apart. We continued dating throughout…
I’ve had a central theme rolling around my mind recently: Perhaps I overcomplicate things. More often than not, to be completely forthcoming, the exact question has been, “Do we overcomplicate things?” But who am I to question the human race about how we may or may not complicate certain situations?…
I Am Not My Disability
During the Fearless Mom 2022 conference in February, I learned about an interesting phenomenon from keynote speaker, clinical psychologist, and consultant Dr. Robi Sonderegger. According to Sonderegger, the English language is one of the few languages in which we describe our feelings or our pathology as a state…
Have you heard the expression that “There’s a fine line between love and hate”? The idea is that there’s so much passion required for every all-consuming emotion that things could easily tip from love to hate, and vice versa, when all of those wild emotions are running free. If this…
I often compartmentalize all the significant elements of my life, and my journey with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) is no exception. I work eight hours a day and leave work behind for the other 16 hours. When it comes to the podcast I co-host, I set aside specific blocks of…
Focusing on the negative aspects of life always seems to come more naturally than focusing on the positive ones. Whether we like it or not, bad things have a way of taking center stage and eclipsing the good, especially when it’s something significant like becoming progressively disabled. At 34, I’ve…
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,…
Hello there! We recently sprung forward with daylight saving time in my corner of the world, and I love having an extra hour of sunlight each evening. Spring is in the air, and I hope you are able to take a few moments to enjoy the buds blooming and the…
An Open Letter to My Parents
It’s one thing to go through a hardship yourself, but it’s another thing entirely to watch a hardship happen to a loved one. As a parent myself, I know how parents feel any pain and sadness that their children endure. In fact, a child’s pain can almost seem greater for…
A few years back, I wrote a letter to my mom describing my perspective on life and myself. While there was no urgent need to write such a letter, I had a deep desire to affirm for her, as her youngest child, that I have accepted the challenges I’ve…
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