Siamese twins lived a long and happy life: here’s what they looked like at 68

These twin brothers were born joined at the abdomen and pelvis 😲 They shared internal organs, so doctors were never able to separate them 😨

Despite this, the brothers lived a long and happy life: they loved fishing together, swimming, walking, and spending time with friends, but neither of them ever married 😢

Curious how the Siamese twins looked at 68? If so, their photo is shown in the first comment 👇👇

Ronnie and Donnie Galyon were born on October 28, 1951, in Dayton, Ohio, and immediately became a medical sensation.

They were Siamese twins, joined at the abdomen and pelvis.

Their bodies were so closely fused that they shared internal organs, so surgeons recognized in infancy that separation was impossible — any operation would have meant death for both.

Despite the prognosis, the boys grew up active and curious. Their parents understood that a normal life would be very difficult for them, so they decided to show the twins to the public.

From an early age, Ronnie and Donnie participated in fairs and shows, traveling across the U.S. and even to other countries.

To many viewers, they were a “curiosity,” but for the family, the income from performances was a lifesaver — thanks to it, they were able to support their seven other children.

Over the years, the twins stepped away from public shows but continued living together, maintaining their remarkable sense of humor and joy of life.

They never married but were not deprived of simple pleasures: they loved watching sports, fishing, walking, and spending time with friends.

In later years, health problems began to appear. Due to their body’s unique characteristics and fused bones, they experienced serious mobility issues.

In their final years, the brothers lived in the house of their younger brother Jim, who, together with his wife, cared for them and assisted with daily life.

In 2014, Ronnie and Donnie were officially recognized as the oldest living Siamese twins in the world and entered into the Guinness World Records. Their story became an example of strength of spirit and extraordinary brotherly unity.

They passed away together on July 4, 2020, at the age of 68.

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