Month: March 2021

Sometimes we can forget how important it is to be part of something; a sense of belonging to a group.  With COVID being so in the forefront of everyone’s lives, a sense of community when we are forced to be isolated for self-preservation, has become more important than ever and ever harder to find.

Suffering (oh if you only knew how much I loathe that word) with a rare disease has left me feeling so isolated even when I am completely surrounded by my family and friends. It is a feeling like no other. To know that I stand in a group with so few people in the world (that I know of) that you can use all your fingers on one hand to count us all and still have 1 or 2 leftover is unfathomable. This is not the way I wanted to be one in a million!!

People ask me how I am doing from time to time. And I am never quite sure how to answer them. I know they mean well and are asking from the good place in their hearts.  But can I tell them the truth?  Or even should I tell them? How are they going to react if they knew exactly how I feel? Are they going to judge me for the things I can tell them?

So I answer them with the most generic phrases like “I am hanging in there” or something witty like “Doin’ the best I can!” (insert hand smacking my own forehead).

And then one day, I find myself scrolling through FB and see a fellow MD friend heading to a neurologist out of state and I curiously, yet sincerely, ask what makes the neurologist so special? I have yet to meet a neurologist who knew more about my condition than I did and who was honestly interested in helping me.

Side note – Now, don’t get me wrong, I see a local neurologist who I like. He helps with what he can and refers me to the correct specialists when need be. But like I said before, having a rare disease means that most medical professionals don’t know enough about me or my disease to help do more than manage my everyday symptoms. And I am grateful for his willingness to help in whatever way he can to make me be me for as long as I can.

 Most of the specialists I have met did not give me the genuine feeling they were interested.  And deep down I believe that they care, but they realized they really weren’t going to change my life and that there are other avenues more worthy of their time that can affect the most change.  And even someone in my predicament in life can appreciate wanting to affect change on a grander scale, even if it stings a bit.

Now that that is out of the way, back to the FB story…
So, as the comments from the FB post continue, another MD friend comments saying that she and I need to chat. I agree and we set a time to talk. She lives in Pennsylvania and I, obviously, (insert another head smack) live in Georgia. One thing leads to another and we are not able to connect as she is feeling under the weather.

Squirrel!! That is something that I think most able-bodied people take for granted. Your energy levels are boundless. My disease wipes me out after going food shopping to the point of spending an hour or two on the couch to recover enough energy to cook dinner.   And back on track… I hope…

We end up on the phone tonight, talking about things that I would never admit to saying out loud, outside of a small group of friends. I find myself laughing and feeling some tension rolling off me while I find an emotional connection to someone who understands; someone who just “gets it”.  I don’t feel like I need to add the “just kidding” to the end of the sentence, because deep down, I am really not kidding. And she completely understands and there is zero judgement.
It’s like we speak a different language than they do. And yet despite the best translator apps our smart phones have, we just can’t seem to understand what the other is saying.  But then, after what feels like an eternity, someone comes over and invites me into this room where everyone understands what I am saying!! No interpretation required!

I guess I didn’t realize how lonely I was feeling until she and I were on the phone. I didn’t know how much I needed to feel not alone. And I forgot how much a simple phone call with someone whom you have only met once, mind you, can make me feel so much better than I realized I needed.
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We decided we should make this a monthly thing, maybe a video chat and a glass of wine, because life is heavy enough.  And sometimes it’s just what the doctor ordered…
Thanks Jess…

I always want to be so politically correct and proper. I want to be motivating. Inspirational. Selfless. Encouraging. Supportive. And I work so hard to be that person daily. But to be completely honest, some days I just lack the capacity to be that way.

I believe that COVID is real.  I believe that the consequences of COVID will continue to be uncovered.  And let me say that I whole-heartedly believe that COVID has long lasting health effects that are unknown and being discovered daily.  I guess that I just wish someone was looking that hard for me… for my rare disease will ultimately take my life, too.

And here’s the story that inspired this posting:

I was scrolling through social media and came across a post a friend had made. She was discussing and making bullet points of the hardships that she and her family has been experiencing while she has been recovering from COVID19. 

All her statements were and remain valid. 

She was discussing how she couldn’t keep a promise to her child to start an extracurricular activity; teach her child how to ride a bike; how there was no cure for her in sight and all of her emotional struggles are happening after 100+ days.

And all I could think while I am reading her post is…. You think 100+ days is bad! Try 4+ years! 

No cure, no treatment options, Nothing!!! Only waiting and hoping that people will care enough to open their hearts and wallets to help me.

She is talking about grieving for her lost time in the last 100+ days and I am truly sorry for her. 

I’m envious of the money her disease will garner… But where is the outpouring of support for people like me?

Where are their bleeding hearts for my children and their lost time with their mom? 

Where is their compassion and empathy for my parents who are grieving for their lost time with their daughter? 

I have already lost a parent to this disease and my children are going to watch me travel that same path and all I want is help to prevent that horrible, painful, experience of watching your parent waste away.

I don’t want them to watch me be bedridden, with machines breathing for me.
If every person in the United States gave 1 dollar each, scientists could find a cure for people like myself, potentially my children and grandchildren and so many others with rare Muscular Dystrophies!!!! 

I just want to LIVE!! I don’t think that is such an unrealistic expectation to have. 
Isn’t that all that my friend wants? To enjoy her life with her children as she was meant to?  People suffering with the long-term side effects of COVID will have more scientists and research being done for them than I could ever hope for.

And understand, I do want them to have a cure! (I tend to have random movie scenes pop up in my head and at that moment… I picture Donkey jumping up and down saying Pick me! Pick Me! from the movie Shrek) I want them to have so many treatment choices that they know ultimately one will work for them. 

But I, too, want that same chance; just need to be seen. Be heard. Be helped.

I want more than anything to be empathetic to so many non-MD people when it comes to their own experiences and hardships with their health. 
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If I can’t give people empathy when they are going through an emotionally taxing health problem, then how can I expect them to have empathy or compassion for my own health journey? 
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All my emotions really come down to wanting inclusion. And I can only hope that as people continue down these uncharted paths of COVID recovery, that they will begin to have an understanding of what so many of us in the rare and ultrarare disease community experience; and will continue to experience without their help and support.

At what point is my suffering, and others like me, enough to drive the larger community to support my search for a cure?  And not just the people who know me personally?

With the end of summer here and the wonderful beginning of autumn, the season change brings many mixed emotions for me. 

August is the month of my father’s birthday and also the anniversary of his death. I feel those days so intensely now that this disease has made its presence known in my own body.

What I wouldn’t give to have 1 day to sit beside him?

I am not sure that I would ask him about his disease or even what body part failed him first or what path it took… I think I would ask him what he would have done differently…. Tell him all the things that I could have used his guidance on.

Laugh with him.

You know sometimes, it’s the small things that really hit me the hardest; like I don’t know what my father’s laugh sounded like. He had spent so much time in the hospital and was trached (the hole in your throat) for most of my life and what time I spent with him, that he would slap his knee and kinda move back and forth in his chair to emphasize his laughter. (The reason his trach matters is physically speaking, he would have had to plug the hole with his finger to prevent the air from escaping through it in order for the air to move through his vocal cords to enable an actual sound of laughter). 

But my husband and I chose to get married in the month of August because we thought we needed to add some positivity to the month. It was just too much sadness for one person to carry, so this past August we celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary.

September has always been fun for me as it has my birthday- woohoo!- and the seasons start to change. From the warm and humid to the cool and crisp accompanied by the colorful fall foliage just makes my soul feel at home.

​However, since I was diagnosed, my birthday makes me wonder what the next year brings. What abilities will I have this time next year? Will I still walk without assistance? Get up from a chair without someone lifting me? Continue to work in a career that I have loved my entire life? Or will my body tell me I am just kidding myself? Will the memories we all think we have time to make only become  one I can dream of?   Will progress be made that can slow this disease? Will any answers have become clear? Any solutions or ideas?

And then I look at my children who keep me on my toes, both mentally and physically, and realize that they deserve a mom who will embrace life to the best of her ability, no matter what device gets me there. My husband deserves a wife who he can enjoy life with, no matter how many times he has to carry me to get there. My parents deserve a daughter who exemplifies the fighting- never give up- have your down days but dust your jeans off and get back up- spirit that they tirelessly fought to teach me. A sister who is going to grow old to tease my brother as siblings are supposed to. A friend who will smuggle your favorite alcoholic beverage into your nursing home so we can celebrate our 50 years of friendship. 

So yes… it appears that with all things in life, no matter what you have going on, it seems like there is double edged sword ready… waiting around the corner.

Unless you choose to grab it by the handle.

Hi! This post is by Casey’s mom, Chris Duane.
First off, I thank each of you who have made a donation to our Foundation through our Go-Fund-Me page. Every dollar counts and as you read on, you’ll understand why.

As you may or may not know, I have spearheaded the formation of the Foundation for Casey’s Cure, Inc. I proudly announced in June, 2019, that I was going to raise the money needed to get someone to work on Casey’s defective gene. Period. And I wouldn’t take or think for one moment that it wasn’t attainable.

I mean, sure, I’d never raised $350,000 before, but hey! Just because I haven’t done it, doesn’t mean that I can’t!

You know how a dog has that adorable way of cocking her head at you? And you’d swear that she was asking, “What? What does that mean?”

Well, I don’t have to explain to you that when humans do that to each other… well… that’s what so many people have done when I announced that I was going to find a cure for Casey. They’d cock their head, tap my arm, and say what a strong and determined woman I was… but the truth was, they didn’t think there was a snowball’s chance in hell that I would succeed.

And they weren’t the only ones who were doubters, but…

There was no way would I be persuaded that this was a ludicrous idea.

First, not-for-profit charitable foundations have pretty strict IRS guidelines. So I hired a lawyer who specializes in charitable work. (She works out of Nevada and Georgia. In this day and age, distance is of almost no matter. ) We received our 501(c)3 designation letter in March, 2020, retroactive to the Foundation’s commencement date of August, 2019.

​While we were waiting, I also knew we’d need a Board of Directors, and the ones at the top of my list were my daughter-in-law’s parents. That we have been fortunate enough to a family member with strong ties to the research community around the US…well, I can’t even begin to tell you what it was like when I received the email from him that said he had found a group of researchers at the University of Missouri who have spent the last 25 years working and researching how the TTN (pronounced tie-tin) gene.

For background, the TTN gene is the longest protein chain in the body and for some reason, finding researchers working on that chain was… disappointing, to say the least. When this family member put out Casey’s information to his community, TWO groups of researchers popped up! After explaining the medical details of her genetic testing, these researchers are anxious to get to work on Casey’s Cure.

​But, when our family member came back with the information that two or three sets of researchers are VERY interested in working on Casey’s Cure, well, my heart just fell to my stomach… I couldn’t believe it. And he closed his email with….”this might not be such a crazy idea after all…”

This is my journey. To find researchers who can dedicate a good portion of their time working on Casey’s Gene and to find people who are empathetic enough to make a donation… of any size.

The researchers need $350,000 to begin work. Then… they’ll need more, but I like to take on challenges one step at a time…so to $350,000 we go!