Living with spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) means my body doesn’t always warn me before it spirals into crisis. One minute, I’m sleeping peacefully. The next, I jolt up, gasping for air. My ventilator blares, its alarm shrill and relentless. Another mucus plug. Again? Someone will be here soon.

My late mother, who was musically gifted, fostered an appreciation of quality music in our family. I took enough piano lessons from her to serve as her other half in a two-piano duo that lasted for decades. Whether we were performing for others or simply our own enjoyment, our go-to…

I write a lot about my able-bodied friends and the ways they care for me. But sometimes the person who can offer the best support and help is disabled as much, if not more, than me. I have many stories snuggly tucked up my sleeves, but I’d like to share…

Certain things happen when you turn 21. You come of age. You can legally drink in every state in the U.S. And, if you have a cervix, you start getting regular screenings for cervical cancer. I didn’t know that when I turned 21. I wasn’t sexually active at the…

A real-world study of Spinraza (nusinersen) use in Switzerland among individuals with spinal muscular atrophy (SMA) found that, while patients tended to experience motor function benefits mostly in their first year of treatment, many continued to see gains or disease stabilization for four years. Spinraza treatment had the…