This was the day that my journey with PMA – Progressive Muscular Atrophy really began. Although I had been diagnosed with an unspecified variant of Motor Neuron Disease (MND) back in October of 2017, nobody, including myself, seemed to have a great deal of confidence in that diagnosis.

In spite of the fact that the previous neurologist had scheduled no follow-up and I had referrals from 2 different physicians, the hospital seemed reluctant to give me a second appointment. In fact, even after a consultation was set up, the neurologist’s assistant called me to try to convince me to forgo the appointment because, in her view, I didn’t really need it.

Nevertheless, I persisted and after a virtual repeat of the visit to the previous neurologist, I was told that I had PMA.  Two big takeaways from that discussion were that I would almost certainly end up in a wheelchair and that my life expectancy was anywhere from 2 -5 years. The first part will almost certainly become true since, 18 months later, I can barely walk with a cane or walker. The second part though is less certain. Because PMA is so rare and, in the early stages, is often misdiagnosed, it is hard to get valid data on progression and outcomes. Nevertheless, after reading most of the literature available on PMA and based on my current progression since symptom onset, I would appear to be in the ‘slow progression’ category.

In the posts that follow, I describe my personal journey with Progressive Muscular Atrophy.