I love stories. It’s why I have a passion for reading. I enjoy being transported to another world by…
Carlos Briceño
Carlos Briceño is a journalist and director of communications who, through the grace of God, has been blessed with a brilliant, beautiful, and courageous wife and daughter. He currently lives in Maryland, about a half hour away from Washington, D.C., with his wife, Jill. In 2018, Jill found out she was gene-positive for Huntington’s disease at the age of 41, while his daughter found out she was gene-positive for HD in 2019 when she was 22. Jill and Carlos write about their day-to-day struggles and triumphs to share their knowledge and to let others know they are not alone. Carlos loves to evangelize, read, play soccer, and pepper his conversations with — according to family members —really bad puns. (For the record, Carlos thinks his puns are really punny and funderful.)
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Articles by Carlos Briceño
I’ve learned a lot from my wife, Jill, who is gene-positive for Huntington’s disease (HD), about the importance…
After 15 years of marriage, I was finally able to persuade my wife, Jill, to join me in exploring…
In the summer of 2022, my wife, Jill, and I attended an eye-opening event that made me understand exactly…
My wife, Jill, comes from a big family. She likes to joke that if she threw a dart at…
When my wife, Jill, was diagnosed with Huntington’s disease (HD) in 2018, I thought I had already learned the…
My wife, Jill, is lucky to come from a loving family. Her relatives are the kind of people who…
My wife, Jill, and I recently celebrated 15 years of marriage. When we said “I do” all those years…
My wife, Jill, has always been stubborn, to put it lightly. She won’t admit that something is too hard…
The other day, a lightbulb went off when I thought about the things that Huntington’s disease might rob from me.