Back in high school, I had a few friends and many acquaintances. One of those acquaintances, Scott, was close to two of my good friends, Rick and David. Scott and I never hung out, but I knew who he was. After graduation, all of my acquaintances, including Scott, seemed…
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Recently, we were putting things in place for a road trip this summer. We’d planned to attend a pediatric Pompe disease conference in July, hosted by Duke University in North Carolina. My grandmother was going to come along with my 5-year-old son, Cayden, and me. However, the conference was…
Whenever it was time to play dodgeball in my elementary school years, I was always picked last. Growing up, I wasn’t physically gifted. I couldn’t run, and I moved slowly. For a kid, my balance was uncharacteristically off. Despite being raised in Southern California, I was unable to surf,…
Last week, my 5-year-old son, Cayden, had his first karate class. His preschool class took a field trip to a local karate center. Parents were invited to join in on the fun. While neither of us had ever done karate before, it certainly was fun. I really enjoyed spending…
Last week, my 5-year-old son, Cayden, had a checkup with his metabolic doctors during a clinic day for his Pompe disease. This visit was mostly typical of those events and went about as expected. I was thankful for the good report from his doctors. Further, the physical therapist said…
“Every Move Counts” is a message that’s stuck with me in recent days, helping me build a healthier view of my exercise goals and limitations. That was a theme of International Pompe Day on April 15, reaffirming that no matter how big or small, every move does…
When I was younger, I never imagined that I’d become a teen mom. I was scared to share with my mom the news that I was pregnant. I didn’t know how she’d react because she’d been a teen mom, too, and that was the last thing she wanted for…
I’m going to be dating myself here, but let’s go for it. Not quite the Stone Age, but around the time “The Flintstones” was on television, I remember watching the “MDA Labor Day Telethon” one year with my parents. I wasn’t sure why we were watching this and not some…
Until last year, my 5-year-old son, Cayden, rarely talked. He said a few words here and there, but they were hard to understand and limited to about five to 10 words total. His struggles with speech stem from his infantile-onset Pompe disease. Children diagnosed with this form of…
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was celebrating 36 years on this planet. I’d just returned from the mountains in my landspeeder when I received a phone call from my sister. My dad, who was five months into his second round of…