The countdown has started to my 40th. The birthday I’ve spent my life looking forward to. Knowing I’d celebrate. Until I found out I had MD. Until I realized I’d be too weak to celebrate like I planned. Until I was told permanent and progressive damage would begin in my 50’s which seems so soon. Until I was told I’d never be without my wheelchair for long. The years I thought I’d have to do all the things I put off to raise children wouldn’t be like I planned. God has a way of changing our plans. Life will be different but He will make it amazing. However this birthday will feel more like grieving than celebrating. Instead of a party I will need to quietly deal with it with the one person who has been there through it all-Chad.