Fighting FA — Frankie Perazzola

You can ask my entire family — they’ll tell you I was fully willing to participate in clinical trials from day one. I’m assuming it was a combination of the previous minimal research I had done before my diagnosis, being…

It’s not something a Red Bull or cup of coffee can fix. Pre-workout only goes so far. No matter what I do, it’s completely exhausting. After doing a load of laundry, I need to sit down and…

If you look at the walls in my house, they are riddled with fingerprints. When I am asked about my stage of progression and my mobility, I say that I am a tapper. I…

Until recently, I genuinely thought I had a grasp on my life-shorting diagnosis. I lost that grip the moment I heard a fellow FARA Ambassador had suddenly passed away. Paige Myers was the most loving,…

“Why can’t you help bring in the groceries?” “Are you that lazy?” “Are you that drunk, already?” “Why are you so tired all the time?” “Why do you always stay in your room?”…

As a kid, I shared similar career aspirations as my friends ― astronaut, marine biologist and lawyer were my top three. With high hopes and a head stuck in the clouds to match, I was going to…