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A Heart Like a Rabbit

Moist, squelching sounds filled the otherwise silent room as the sonogram of my heart was being conducted. I was lying on my left side on the slim hospital bed, at my yearly cardiovascular checkup. One of the most important tasks to ensure the wellness of…

Let’s ‘Walk and Roll’ With Our Mobility Devices

As my Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) symptoms progress, I become increasingly dependent on assistance to walk and to generally function productively. When my symptoms first started, I was able to get by holding onto someone for support. I would loop arms with my husband, parents, or friends for extra balance.

A Functioning Mind in a Malfunctioning Body

I have a confession to make: The part of my Friedreich’s ataxia diagnosis I used to be most grateful for has now become something I question. Is it a good thing that while the rest of my body breaks down, my cognitive function remains the same?…

Connecting With Others Helps Us Move Forward

Many things in the news lately have me thinking about the many aspects of life in which the power to affect change is in numbers. The most obvious example currently is voter participation in a democracy. The United States is neck-deep in a presidential election…

I Have a Strange Relationship With Adrenaline

In my humble, nonmedical opinion, adrenaline is an amazingly complicated feature of the human body. It always seems to have tricky and unpredictable effects on my ever-changing Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) symptoms. Here’s why I think this: My late-onset FA began exhibiting symptoms that were worrisome enough that I began…

Acting Together to Cure Friedreich’s Ataxia

One of my favorite Friedreich’s ataxia (FA) quotes comes from Ron Bartek, co-founder and president of the Friedreich’s Ataxia Research Alliance (FARA). He said, “Acting alone, there is very little any of us can accomplish. Acting together, there is very little we will not accomplish!” Getting diagnosed with…

Moving Past Unrequited Love

“It’s just hard to be around you,” she told me. She looked down. She hated these harsh words, too. Over time, I’d learn to accept them and even be grateful for her. One day, I’d appreciate how she didn’t sugarcoat her message.