Go, FA mice

This has been a crazy year. I turned 40, quit a job where I was loved, took a job that is good and is evolving into something more fun, and moved into a new house with my sister and her family.

My Friedreich's ataxia got worse, too.

I know I am not supposed to think I will get better, but how am I supposed to read things like this from the MDA and think it is just a matter of time before I am running.

Do I maintain hope that I might not need a chair forever? Or do I assume science and medicine will never get it?

And even if they did cure FA, would it help me? Or am I too old to benefit from any cure?

Here's to the future ... I guess.