It has been seven years since DBA became part of our vocabulary. Our son’s diagnosis brought confusion, apprehension and despair. The discovery of DBAF is a stroke of serendipity. While even more tears were shed, these are now mingled with knowledge, understanding and, more significantly, hope. It will be through research that our son will be able to secure a brighter future.
Having DBA has taught me to not give up the fight and to do the best that I can. The DBAF has become more than just a source of friends and knowledge, but a family of support through the bad and the good.
Sometimes I feel like the odd one out, restricted by DBA. I just have to keep reminding myself that God wouldn’t bless me with this challenge if He didn’t think I could handle it. I don’t let DBA define me, I try to defy DBA.