My daughter and I 26 years ago.

This is my daughter and I at a cabin on summer vacation. She was such a little doll.
I remember after Barb and I got married, and we decided to have a baby, we wanted to know what the odds were of having
a baby with birth defects like mine. I went to a genetic clinic, and went through all sorts of tests, and had many x-rays taken of me.
When all was said and done, they could not come up with anything that would suggest what I had was genetic. They said we should have just as much of a chance of a normal baby as anyone else.
The thing that I really regret about getting tested, was all those x-rays they took of me. I remember as a baby going to the University of Iowa Hospitals every 6 months or so and always getting x-rays of me every time I went. I now always have the fear in the back of my mind of getting leukemia because of all of those x-rays.

I too, like Sunshine929, had the best parents in the world. They are both gone now. My mother would take me everywhere, and never shelter me from the world. They would let me attempt anything I wanted to try. My father, who was an engineer, and a tool and dye maker, would constantly make things for me to use to make my life easier. The little stool I am sitting on in this picture was made by my dad. I would carry it and use it like a cane. It also helped me to climb stairs, and when I get tired, I can sit on it.
He made it for me when I was in Jr. High School, and I still use it today 48 years later.

I think most people born with PFFD had parents who were extraordinary.

A few more early pictures of us fishing and camping.