diagnosis

It’s been over six years since my son Cayden was born with infantile-onset Pompe disease. Today, I consider myself to be an experienced parent when it comes to this disease. However, I’ll never forget what it felt like to hear the news of Cayden’s diagnosis. It’s almost an indescribable…

It seems like just the other day when I was sitting in the waiting room at the UCI Health ALS and Neuromuscular Center in Orange, California. I was meeting with a neuromuscular specialist for the first time to receive my diagnosis of late-onset Pompe disease. I will…

Pompe disease is less prevalent than expected in Spain, at around 3.1 cases per million inhabitants, according to a registry study that identified regional differences in prevalence, as well as the variable diagnosis and care workouts. “Our data supports the development of agreed guidelines to ensure that the care…

Heart defects detected with cardiac MRI (CMR) may help diagnose classic infantile-onset Pompe disease in early childhood, a case report from China suggests. An imaging exam showed a patient’s heart ventricles — the chambers that pump blood through the bloodstream and lungs — were enlarged, along with fibrosis (scarring).

As a society, we celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, and births. Some celebrate when their son or daughter goes to college or gets married. Others might do a happy dance when their team wins the World Series or Super Bowl. Personally, I celebrate the day I was diagnosed with a rare disease.

Imagine getting ready for bed at night. You sit down on the side of your bed with your feet touching the floor. The bedspread and sheets are turned over already, and you lie down on your mattress flat on your back. In that instance, you gasp for air and the…

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…

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…