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I believe that my story is the perfect example of the power of awareness and education. Without those two things, a medical breakthrough, no matter how extraordinary, is rendered useless. My life, my daughter's, and future generations of my family will be followed by cardiologists, ensuring that aortic dissections do not suddenly and unknowingly take us away from our loved ones.

Growing up I assumed I was “normal.” I assumed my entire family was “normal.” For 36 years, I was not aware of Loeys-Dietz syndrome or that I was at risk from this genetic condition. In my school years, I suffered with severe allergies, asthma, and was diagnosed with a deviated septum after a spate of headaches at middle school.
Born in Telford in 1975, in Shropshire, England, I was the middle of three children.

I was born in 2004, exactly one year before Loeys Dietz syndrome found its name, so from the minute I took my first breath, I was a mystery. In comparison to my twin brother's healthy, squishy newborn frame, I was tiny and frail. My legs looked like they had been put on backward, and my fingers were crooked. Of course, everyone knew something was wrong, but no one in the world knew what that meant for me, what had happened, or how to fix it.

When our 12-month-old, Lincoln, was diagnosed with Loeys Dietz Syndrome, the first thing we and all of our providers thought about was what is Loeys Dietz syndrome and how do we treat it. A few said, "Its like Marfan syndrome, right?" We quickly learned through listening to lectures from previous conferences on the Foundation’s YouTube site that it was and so much more.