Living with a rare disease isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. I’ve been thinking about this lately, because on Feb. 28, the world will celebrate Rare Disease Day, a day for spreading awareness about those living with rare diagnoses, who often have disabilities.
Hello, I am so glad you are here! Take off your shoes, prop up your feet, and take a deep breath. You are welcome just as you are. Some days are permanently etched into our minds. One that will always stand out to me is Jan. 22, 2018. Then 16…
Now and then, I will have a “quiet spell” with my Friedreich’s ataxia (FA). I will notice that I haven’t fallen in a while. I haven’t noticed any new problematic symptoms develop. I will be relatively pain-free and somewhat energized. I will have some days, weeks, or even a month…
Since being diagnosed with Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) in 2007, the words “rare disease” have been commonplace in my vocabulary. Like many things, we often don’t pay attention to something until it specifically matters to us. I hadn’t given much thought about the topic of…
I admit I didn’t fully grasp the meaning of the African proverb “It takes a village to raise a child” until I became a mother. I bring it up because recently I saw a meme that said, “So, these villages that it takes to raise babies … do you…
Because I’m involved in the disability community on social media, I’ve learned a lot about language and other disabled people’s preferences. Common topics of discussion include both ableism and internalized ableism. Both of these “-isms” are extremely important to address within the disability…
The word “pity” has a pretty negative connotation. I don’t know many people who seek pity or want to be pitiable. I certainly don’t aim to make people feel sorrow for my misfortunes. Yet, as I’ve become increasingly disabled by Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) since publicly announcing my diagnosis seven years…
“If you don’t know where you’re going, you might not get there,” reads the first line of a book on my kitchen table. My bosses mailed the book, “Measure What Matters“ by John Doerr, to me as a reading assignment. …
My healthy, rambunctious, and handsome 6-year-old son, Brooks, started his second flag football season this month. He scored two touchdowns this weekend, and I was beyond proud of him. He is such a hard worker who continually amazes me. Kendall Harvey with her son, Brooks, at…
I always took pride in being alone, and I still do, to some extent. That makes letting go of being alone, even just a little bit, feel so strange. What does “taking pride in being alone” even mean? My rare disease, Friedreich’s ataxia (FA), was probably…
I’ve been thinking lately about my goals for 2021 and my vision for life. This is a fairly common mental exercise, given the recent start of another calendar year. However, there is nothing routine about the circumstances or environment encompassing life right now. One word that’s…
Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) is a cruel, relentless, lifelong battle. It can make good days hard and bad days intolerable. When people tell me I am “inspiring” or ask how I remain so positive and happy in the face of FA, I am always baffled, and usually fumble my answer.
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