DBA is a part of who I am… it does not define me nor will it stand in the way of my hopes and dreams.

And when the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through or how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. BUT…one thing is certain: When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in!

He’s living on borrowed blood and we take one day at a time.

It is the tough things I have gone through with DBA that has made me the man I am.

This DBA family is the greatest group of people that I never wanted to have to know, but blessed that I do. The support from the DBA Foundation is immeasurable.

DBA is hard but it’s my child’s life. I have to teach him how to live life with it. I will advocate and help find a cure. The DBAF is helping us improve his life.

Same journey, different paths. Bound together by the same heartaches, triumphs, and hope for a cure. That’s DBA Family!

I cheer for a cure for DBA!

I am here. I am in the present tense. I’m not always here, and sometimes here is a very difficult place. Sometimes it is a labyrinth, or a Minotaur, or a rope I can neither let go of nor follow. It’s hard to find the right words, but I guess I would say that it’s something like feeling the floor. And that it is my privilege to feel it. -Meg Howrey