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The CMT Calculus of Attending a Wedding

I arrived at the venue more than an hour before my buddy’s wedding rehearsal was supposed to start. Even though the rehearsal itself was a kind of preparation, and my role in the ceremony wasn’t very big, I wanted to check out and prepare for a few things. Some…

Returning to AFO Life as an Adult Prompts New Observations

When it comes to doing cardio at the gym, I’ve always preferred the stationary bike to the treadmill. I have yet to fall off a stationary bike, but I’ve fallen off a treadmill several times in my life. “Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe-toe. Wait, that’s not right!” “Heel-toe, heel-ankle. Ouch!”…

Seeing CMT on National TV Was a Pleasant Surprise

When Bernadette Scarduzio, a Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease (CMT) patient-advocate and star of the CMT documentary “Bernadette,” was in the midst of filming her documentary 10 years ago, she often thought about all the celebrities that appear in movies and on television. She wondered if any of them shared her…

Lack of Clothing Options in Disability Fashion Gives Me a Fit

Let’s talk about disability fashion. Word on the street is Gen-Z killed skinny jeans. The ritual of stretching your pant legs over every contour of your thighs and calves before leaving home is apparently over. I’m not shedding any tears. I’m just one guy with Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease (CMT) in…

Why I Decided to Get New Parking Placards

I got a new handicapped parking placard a few weeks ago. Two, in fact, as the old one had expired. I even splurged on nice plastic covers to protect them. Why did I feel the need to get new placards? Although I have Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease (CMT), a condition that greatly…

Defusing the Memories That Weigh Me Down

I’m a pretty happy person living a very relaxed life. Nevertheless, some of my memories make me cringe, cause me grief, and prod me with regret at inopportune times. When I think about my archive of memories, many of the not-so-lovely moments are colored by Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease (CMT). Sometimes…