In the decade that I’ve lived with neuromyelitis optica spectrum disorder (NMOSD), I’ve connected with many other patients who say they’ve had trouble overcoming the heartache of not knowing who will show up for them in times of crisis. It’s easy to recall my similar pain when I’m speaking…

As November closes, I’m reflecting on how grateful I am to have my family. Dear Family, I know none of you chose this life as a caregiver. Neither did I, but that doesn’t change the guilt I feel about you having to help me manage my health. The day…

One of my greatest pet peeves since my diagnosis with neuromyelitis optica spectrum disorder (NMOSD) is when people tell me it’s OK to be sick. I don’t need their permission to be who I am. What they’re really saying, though, is that they expect me to be a…

August 2017 was a busy and exciting time for our family. My youngest daughter, Bella, and I had just spent the weekend helping my oldest daughter move into her dorm room and begin her freshman year of college; my son had just begun his freshman year of high school; Bella…

My mom was incredibly angry with me, and rightfully so, the day I lost my retainer. We fed four kids on one income, yet somehow afforded braces and then a retainer, which I was supposed to wear all the time except when eating. I remember playing with the retainer in…

As the COVID-19 pandemic rages on, many families are concerned about the holidays. I’m trying to approach the season with patience, but as someone with neuromyelitis optica (NMO), I’m also tired, frustrated, and scared. Living with this disease and taking immunosuppressants means I’m at a higher risk of becoming…

Years ago, I saw a film called “Lorenzo’s Oil,” which was based on actual events. A child, Lorenzo, got sick with a rare disease, and his health deteriorated quickly, but nobody could help him. His parents were determined to find a cure. I greatly admired their tenacity, and I’m…

In early April, I became a grandmother (Gigi) for the first time. Reaching this important milestone gave me pause. In the months leading up to the baby’s birth, I thought a lot about what kind of grandmother I would be. Phoenyx was born just 16 days after my 50th birthday,…

Every month for the past 13 years, I’ve had a standing date booked in my calendar. The third Saturday of each month is blocked off for three hours of self-care in the form of a support group meeting. I’m the token neuromyelitis optica (NMO) patient in a group with seven…