If you asked Lincoln today about the beginning of his story, he would tell you that God made him and that the doctor used a "baby machine" to get him out of momma's belly. That was back on September 22nd, 2014. Since that time, Lincoln has grown up to be a loving, caring, fun little boy. He's interested in cars, trains, and trucks, loves watching Paw Patrol, Cars, and Toy Story, but his passion is books. Lincoln loves to read! In fact, he can tell you all 50 states in America. Lincoln loves to go to church and Sunday school and learn about Jesus. In fact, he even reminded us about Jesus on the day we learned of his diagnosis.
Towards the end of October 2018, our pediatrician ordered tests for Lincoln. We were concerned that he wasn't moving quite as well as other little kids his age. She ordered x-rays and also ran blood work. While the x-rays came back fine, the blood work did not. Our pediatrician called Bethany and asked if she could meet us to discuss Lincoln's blood work. She ended up coming over to our house to talk about the results. From this conversation (as well as further testing) we learned that Lincoln's diagnosis is Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. This is a neuro-muscular disease that weakens the muscles in the body. There is no cure. Over the last several months we've started to assemble a team. Lincoln has a neuromuscular doctor at one of our local hospitals. She has prescribed steroid pills for Lincoln to take to slow the process of this disease. Lincoln also has a nutritionist that he sees every couple of weeks. He has also started physical, speech, and occupational therapy. We're also trying hard to get Lincoln into a clinical study.
Anyways, while we were tucking our boys in bed that night, Lincoln told us that "God loves me. God loves you. Jesus loves me. Jesus loves you." We left their room in tears as we comprehended the truth of his words.