Daily living

After a long and exhausting day at work, I drove in silence, first picking up my daughter from camp and then my husband from his office. I knew the inevitable question was coming: “What should we do for dinner?” When it did, I felt overwhelmed. It wasn’t that I didn’t…

I’m always reminding my friends to take whatever wins they can get, because life is hard. This is especially true when it includes neuromyelitis optica spectrum disorder (NMOSD). Before my life with a chronic illness, I took a lot of things for granted. I moved through the world without…

When I was younger, I thought confidence was something people were born with. Some people just seemed to have it. They’d walk into a room without second-guessing themselves. They’d voice their opinions without rehearsing them in advance. They’d wear whatever they wanted and somehow never appear to care what anyone…

Ah, summer, the season of sunshine, sandy toes, and an overwhelming urge to leave our responsibilities — and occasionally common sense — behind. For most families, mine included, summer is a time to finally take a much-needed break. But as someone living with neuromyelitis optica spectrum disorder (NMOSD), vacation…

Having neuromyelitis optica spectrum disorder (NMOSD) means Mother’s Day hits me a little differently. It’s not just a holiday; it’s a milestone, a victory lap, and sometimes a quiet exhale of relief that I’ve made it to another year of being “Mom.” This year feels especially meaningful, because my…

What does it take to be a rare disease patient? An immense amount of time and patience. Buckets of both, preferably refillable. Even when you think things have settled and you’re managing your health well, something pops up. After many years with neuromyelitis optica spectrum disorder (NMOSD), I’ve come…

I’ve always loved bright lipstick colors. The bolder, the better, in my opinion. There’s something delightfully defiant that makes me smile about catching my reflection in a window and seeing a pop of fuchsia or fire‑engine red. It’s hard not to feel at least a little cheerful when your lips…

I’m a self-sabotaging, push-the-limits kind of gal. The worst kind of patient. The sort of patient doctors warn their interns about. Yes, I know I should be following their recommendations, nodding politely when I’m told what to do, but my neurologist and I both know that I probably won’t listen.