My granddad (Pa) was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy in the late 1970's. He was not expected to live very long after his diagnoses. He was a fighter and an encourager to all who met him. He never whined or complained nor was he concerned with his predicament of losing all of his muscles right up until his death. No, he choose to use his muscles and live life to the fullest. I have many fond memories of my granddad. I am not sure what it is exactly, but even today 10 years after his death he inspires me to be a better man, husband, and a future father.
I will try to write more about him because his story deserves to be told. In fact you may even be confused about MD and not know much about how a man in adulthood can be diagnosed with MD.
Well, let me scan in a few pictures and wipe the tears away and tell you his story.
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