On December 29, 2010, our beautiful baby boy Brian came into this world and I was instantly in love. For the next year everything was bliss. He was reaching every milestone right on time and he filled our family with joy...we were complete. When Brian began walking at 13 months, we noticed that he was unsteady and he often held his arms above his head for stability and balance. We talked about it and assumed, "it will come." He was still happy, beautiful and full of energy, Brian started talking, but the speech was limited, we thought "it's coming." The drooling wasn't slowing down, but we thought, "he's still young." Finally, we realized that our little buddy needed some assistance. He was still happy, beautiful and full of energy. Early intervention told us that he didn't qualify for services and that it would come, no delay was noted. We didn't agree, but trusted the professionals. He was still happy, beautiful and full of energy.
When Brian turned two, he was still unsteady, had limited speech and was still drooling. We reached out to early intervention again and this time he qualified. Our boy was getting therapies and was still happy, beautiful and full of energy in the morning. He was starting to show signs of fatigue after activities...we cuddled him and enjoyed that snuggle time! Finally, we realized that this developmental delay was not improving and with much apprehension we started our search for a specialist with an answer. All the while, being private about our concerns for our perfect beautiful boy - we are very private by nature. Neurology guided us through the testing process and we received a diagnosis - "dystonia." A neurological movement disorder that wouldn't ruin his life, just leave him more wobbly then most. We were devastated, but Brian was still happy, beautiful, brilliant and lacked "typical" toddler energy. We rolled with the punch, adjusted to life with this label and moved on while Brian continued his therapies at school and everyone was happy and content.
We decided to add a sibling to our family and were thrilled to announce that we were pregnant with another wonderful boy! We pursued genetic testing because we wanted to know if baby Andrew could also have dystonia and if so, we could start his therapies earlier than Brian did. Life moved on after the bloodwork and we forgot about it. Months later, Andrew joined our family, beautiful Brian became an amazing big brother and we couldn't have been happier. We floated on cloud 9, filled with love and joy with a perfect family of four.
On August 8, 2014 one phone call changed our lives forever. What I thought was an insurance question from the genetics counselor turned out to be news that took my breath away and brought me to my knees. My beautiful, perfect, happy, brilliant baby boy had a rare progressive, recessive genetic disorder called ataxia-telangiectasia. What does that mean?! My mind raced as I tried to understand what she was saying. It means my husband and I were part of the 1% of the population who were carriers of the ATM gene and together, we passed it on to our beautiful baby (AKA recessive). Roughly 500 children in the United States have it (AKA rare). It is fatal and there is no cure. In my mind I processed what she was saying and in my head I screamed - My sweet, perfect boy was just handed a death sentence. I asked question after question. This was the answer, the answer we'd been hunting for - it wasn't just a delay...it was the most awful disease I'd ever heard of and worst of all...it was happening to MY baby. I sobbed harder then I've ever sobbed before...my body ached with pain for my beautiful boy. I started reading about A-T and the agony and heartache grew...
"Imagine a disease that combines the worst symptoms of muscular dystrophy, cerebral palsy, cystic fibrosis, immune deficiencies, and cancer. Children with A-T are usually confined to wheelchairs by age 10 and often do not survive their teens. Because A-T is a multi-system disease, scientists believe that A-T research will help more prevalent diseases such as Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, AIDS, and cancer." (A Children's Project)
This is our new reality. Our living nightmare. Our happy, brilliant, beautiful boy who brings joy to everyone he encounters will slowly begin to progress through this disease. It's a ticking time bomb in my head. They tell me he will lose his movement capabilities, his speech will slur, his immune system and pulmonary function will be compromised, he will be at higher risk to develop leukemia/lymphoma. My poor sweet angel doesn't deserve this...no child does. My heart aches for him, this is pain like I've never imagined.
For now, we plan to make every moment count, focus on the NOW. Right now, Brian is happy, brilliant, beautiful and mostly full of energy. He brings happiness to everyone who interacts with him. He has no idea what lies ahead and we plan to keep it that way. Come hell or high water, our boy is going to enjoy every second of this life. So every day I wake up, we play with Thomas trains, we drive Hot Wheels cars, we laugh, we snuggle, we watch Blues Clues, we enjoy the sunshine and each other. Our little family of four fill our days with smiles because our little social butterfly deserves nothing less. He deserves to life a long HEALTHY life and he deserves to pursue his dreams and reach for the stars.
I try to give him the same joy he gives me. I'm so proud to be his Mama and I'm petrified of what lies ahead. Every night when he is asleep, I let myself fall to pieces. It's pain like no other and to be honest, I don't know how this pain could possibly ever go away. By the time Brian wakes up in the morning, I've pulled myself together and he has no signs that his mama has cried all night for him - a helpless, frustrated mess.
We need to build awareness of this horrendous disease and help fund the research so we can find a cure. We are racing the clock to save Brian and of course the other children living this horrible nightmare. When Andrew is 6 months old, we will have him tested as well and we pray that he beats the 25% chance of having this disease.
Thank you for reading our story and for sending love and prayers to our family."
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Little Scoops in Orangeburg, NY is hosting a fundraiser on Sept 25 (ataxia awareness day) where portions of sales will be donated to The A-T Children's Project. There will be face painting, ice cream, Elsa from Frozen will be making an appearance and lots of kid fun! Families can stop by from noon-8pm on Sept 25.
Little Scoops in Orangeburg, NY is hosting a fundraiser on Sept 25 (ataxia awareness day) where portions of sales will be donated to The A-T Children's Project. There will be face painting, ice cream, Elsa from Frozen will be making an appearance and lots of kid fun! Families can stop by from noon-8pm on Sept 25.
