For me, DBA has blocked the path to my goal. To get there, I’ll have to fight it and one day, I will reach that goal because I didn’t give up!

I am and always will be special. I am and always will be DBA Strong!

With something so rare, our biggest fear was that our son would battle DBA alone, he never does. Thank you DBA Foundation!

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.

Though in our hearts we desire to be free from DBA, we have learned patience, love, trust, perseverance, compassion, courage, and to cry.

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.

This is David at 1 month old weighing almost 2 pounds. DBA changed our paths in life, but I will ALWAYS be there to hold his hand for he holds my heart.

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!