diagnosis

My 4-year-old son, Cayden, completed a sleep study in October. We’ve been waiting for his pulmonary specialist to call with the results, and we finally received them. While we didn’t get the news we were hoping for, I’m relieved that we were able to complete the study in…

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.

A newborn boy was diagnosed with both infantile-onset Pompe disease (IOPD) and sickle cell disease (SCD) in the first case study to report two co-existing genetic disorders. The boy was given enzyme replacement therapy (ERT), a standard Pompe treatment, and regular blood transfusions to prevent heart damage…

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…

Scientists at the University at Buffalo (UB) in New York have received a five-year $3.8-million grant to develop methods to improve the accuracy of newborn screening for Pompe disease and two other rare genetic disorders. The project, “Enhancement of Newborn Screening Diagnostic Paradigms to Improve the Efficacy of…

Parents of children with late-onset Pompe disease (LOPD) that is identified via newborn screening report not receiving enough information, guidance, and support, which leads to feelings of frustration and anxiety. That’s according to the study “Newborn screening for Pompe disease: Parental experiences and follow-up care for…

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…