My daughter Dakota is a force to be reckoned with, a strong willed, happy, smart young lady with a wit that could knock you off your chair with laughter. She’s had the personality of a leader since her very first day on the Kindergarten soccer field. Never one to be a wall flower but beautiful as a rose. The light she has carried around since birth is contagious and could brighten almost any situation.
That light dimmed a bit when, at age eleven, Dakota was diagnosed with CMT1A. We hadn’t the slightest idea what CMT was or where it had come from. It turned out that after some testing, we learned that my husband, Dakota’s father, has a mild case of CMT1A that was never diagnosed.