Being Rare Is All I’ve Ever Known
If you were to sort through my medical records, you would notice that some of the files list my diagnosis as “SMA I/II.” I had a good chuckle the first time I noticed this. After all, there is no such thing as spinal muscular atrophy type 1/2.
I was originally diagnosed with SMA based on milestones I didn’t reach. Because I hadn’t been able to crawl, roll over, or hold my head up unassisted, my doctor used his best judgment and diagnosed me with Werdnig-Hoffmann disease, or SMA type 1, at around 6 months of age.
While this went on the books as my official diagnosis, doctors soon realized I don’t fit the textbook definition of Werdnig-Hoffmann disease. This is how SMA I/II earned its spot on some of my documentation. Even though I didn’t reach certain milestones by a certain age, as I got older, I fared better, and grew stronger, than doctors expected. My symptoms presented more like SMA type 2 than type 1.
Of course, differentiating between the two types can be difficult, especially since SMA presents differently in everyone. But because I didn’t require any breathing assistance besides BiPAP, had only minor issues with swallowing and speaking, and maintained some strength, I teetered between a strong type 1 and a weak type 2.
After all these years, I still haven’t made sense of my unusual SMA diagnosis, or how I feel about it.
On one hand, I am grateful. Given my prognosis and trajectory, I have to count my blessings. I was only given two years to live, and have now exceeded that by 29 years. My life is a profound gift I don’t take for granted.
On the other hand, living with a rare disease has its drawbacks.
For many years, I missed out on clinical trials because I didn’t meet all the criteria for type 1 patients. I’ll never forget feeling excited, thinking I’d finally be able to participate in a trial, only to be met with disappointment and sadness.
Then there are my many mysterious symptoms and ailments, which have made it tough to find effective treatment plans. As a result, my mind and body are often at war as I try to understand my symptoms. Despite test after test, they remain unexplained. And the longer my issues go undiagnosed, the harder I must fight the urge to resent my rarity. Perplexing doctors is a talent I’m not proud of.
Nevertheless, being rare is an integral part of who I am. While the nuances of my rarity are sometimes difficult to grasp and process, I’d be remiss to ignore how they have molded me into who I am today and influenced my everyday life.
When I consider what it means to be rare, I think about all the valuable lessons it has taught me about resiliency. I recognize that my path has helped me discover an inner strength I would have never known otherwise, and I see how it has shaped me into the person I have become.
Being rare is all I’ve ever known. Whether I’m facing a challenge, filled with gratitude, or desperately trying to make sense of my health issues, this is my rare, beautiful life to live. And I’m determined to live it well.
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