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My 4-year-old son, Cayden, had a routine checkup with his metabolic specialists during a recent Pompe clinic day. Although we always know what to expect during these visits, that’s both a blessing and a curse. After Cayden sees the doctor and completes a physical therapy session, we then…

I attended an in-person educational presentation on Pompe disease this month in Hershey, Pennsylvania, that was hosted by Sanofi, the creator of two drugs that are treatment options for Pompe. I got to hear great information about “Taking Charge of Your Pompe Disease.” Most of the presentation…

Last week, my 4-year-old son, Cayden, had a routine checkup with his pulmonary specialist. These visits occur about every six months. While we are certainly used to the appointments, we left with a great report this time, which isn’t always the case. Cayden’s pulmonologist has been seeing him since before…

Having a child with a rare disease can certainly be challenging at times, but it doesn’t make us superheroes. We’re often called this by people with typical children or no children at all. The truth is that we’re just like everyone else. We don’t have magical superpowers, nor do…

When I was a kid growing up, my mother used to say I was husky. I wasn’t very active, and I rarely found myself exercising. You definitely would not call me athletic — I never could do a pushup, situp, or pullup like the “normal” kids. It was just the…

If you’re the parent of a child with a rare disease, or if you have a rare disease yourself, you’re likely accustomed to juggling various appointments with rare disease specialists. My 4-year-old son, Cayden, sees many different specialists due to his infantile-onset Pompe disease. Recently, we had an…

Infusions of enzyme replacement therapy (ERT) are something my 4-year-old son, Cayden, is used to at this point in his life. He started receiving them when he was just 1 month old, shortly after we got news of his diagnosis of infantile-onset Pompe disease through Pennsylvania’s newborn screening…

I remember the day vividly. It was an overcast morning on Saturday, Nov. 17, 2018. My wife and I hopped in the car and headed north toward Marina del Rey, California, giving me an hour to contemplate all the thoughts racing through my mind. A few months earlier, my neurologist…