Happy Birthday to Me!

Yesterday I celebrated my forty-second birthday--another victory against Duchenne Muscular Dysrophy. When I was diagnosed at the age of six, the doctors said I would not live past the age of seventeen. How wrong they were! I am another year older, but I still keep on ticking. I celebrated this birthday with little fanfare. I just got together with my family and my good friend Peter, who came down from Palo Alto. It was a nice, low-keyed way to celebrate being another year older.