The road to acceptance has been a bumpy one.
When I was first diagnosed with CMT I grieved for a long time. My life at this time was in a state of flux. The young successful adult that I had fought to become was no more. I had a new baby, who I loved with all my heart, but no job, my career was stolen by my dwindling mobility, I was struggling the most that I ever had in my life. I had two surgeries in quick succession and more planned over the next year. I was coming to terms with the fact that I had an incurable neuromuscular disease that is progressive with a 50% chance of passing it on to my child.