Priya Patel

Friday, June 22, 2012
I remember I was very young when my brother, Rajan, was diagnosed with Duchenne muscular dystrophy. He was about five and I was eight. I didn’t completely understand what was going on, but I have some faint memories of my parents being devastated, I mean, who wouldn’t be? A few years later, when I had started the seventh grade, I did some research on the disease for a class project. The information completely shocked me, I wanted to stop reading, but I just couldn’t. Tears filled my eyes, and I didn’t know what to do. All my life I knew something was wrong with my brother, but it really didn’...