I very clearly remember the day I was sitting in the doctor’s office. On my lap, sat a very bright and vocal fourteen month old little girl who was already starting to sing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” And then came the shocking blow. Spinal Muscular Atrophy. I heard the doctor say five to seven years as she handed me and my husband some papers she printed out from the internet. I read about SMA when it was discussed as a possible diagnosis and I didn’t like what I read: No cure, no treatment. Children with SMA cannot walk, crawl, or stand and may not be able to sit without assistance. Muscle degeneration. Respiratory complications leading to death.
I cried and went numb. I was thinking I was going to lose my child – my entire world. I was angry that this was happening to my beautiful Zoe. I cried harder than I ever have in my life that night. And when I woke up, Zoe was still the same little girl she was before we got the diagnosis. Only we were on our way to pick up her first wheelchair and go to physical therapy.