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The death of my dear friend Timothy Chan last month still affects me deeply. A couple weeks ago, I stood at his memorial, speaking about a friend who had lived fully despite the barriers associated with a lack of awareness about Duchenne muscular dystrophy (Âé¶¹Éç) here in Singapore.

My son Charlie has recently been unable to get into his power wheelchair on his own, and I know I am watching him lose the ability to ambulate, as I did with two of my other sons. Charlie, 15, like his brothers Max, 20, and Rowen, 17, lives with…

One problem dealing with a progressive disease like facioscapulohumeral muscular dystrophy (FSHD) is that there’s no way to predict the pace of disease progression. I think this is true for the aging process as well. In my case, it may also apply to the joint deterioration I’ve experienced following…

Everyone recognizes the blue and white signs featuring a figure in a wheelchair that adorn certain parking spots. I call him the wheelchair guy, and he allows me to park close to public building entrances. The sign is an international symbol of disability. Of course, many disabled people are able…

Last week was a busy one for me. In addition to my normal activities, I took field trips on Tuesday and Thursday, looking for solutions to some of my recent struggles related to facioscapulohumeral muscular dystrophy (FSHD) and other health issues. I’m really struggling to get around our…

I have always been an open book about my life. I am a writer, caregiver, and mother living in the Midwest with my family. My husband and I have seven children: Lexi, 24; Max, 20; Chance, 18; Rowen, 17; Charlie, 15; Mary, 11; and Callie, 4. Max, Rowen, and Charlie…