Posted by: The Sumaira Foundation in NMO, Voices of NMO
It started innocuously. In 2008 we moved to Ottawa with my employer for my career in pest control. On a gray, cloudy but humid day, I was out removing a wasp nest for a client. She pointed to the nest hanging off a tree branch, about 10 feet away, and I thought to myself, “not […]
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Part I and II of this story were originally published in 2015 by NMO Stories, presented by The Guthy-Jackson Foundation and the Connor B. Judge Foundation. It was shared again on November 14th, 2019 in In Their Own Words by SRNA (Siegel Rare Neuroimmune Association). Part I Sometimes I think I could write a book about my story with NMO… […]
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My name is Pauline Richardson nee Grant. I grew up on a farm in Jamaica. My mom, being a cheerful giver, would invite people over all the time, always making sure they were well fed. My parents instilled in us strong values, the importance of family, faith, and community. My parents’ caring and compassionate attitude […]
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My name is Shanice. I was born and raised in Jamaica and now reside in Toronto in Canada. I am a second-year medical student aspiring to be a physician in obstetrics/gynecology. I have always considered myself to be a very healthy individual with a very pepping personality. When I started medical school in 2017 in […]
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It was the Friday before Halloween in 2018. Anthy was on her way home from work when she called her husband to see if she needed to pick up anything on the way home. She heard him crying, telling her that his mother, in Greece, had just been diagnosed with cancer. Instantly, she felt a […]
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I can trace my first NMO symptoms back to when I was just 12 years old… I’d be walking down a flight of stairs and for a split second, it was as if a switch had been thrown, cutting off communication between my brain and my legs and I’d fall down the stairs. Sometimes I’d […]
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