This is My Story

In 2016, I was on top of the world. I had just returned from an unforgettable New Year’s celebration in Jamaica, and life seemed to be falling into place. My real estate career was taking off after selling my first home, and I had big plans for the year ahead. But life, as it often does, had a way of throwing unexpected challenges my way.

It started subtly—a burning sensation in my right upper thigh that wouldn’t go away. Three doctors told me it was sciatica and prescribed medication, but their diagnosis didn’t sit right with me. Frustrated and without answers, I tried to push through, but the symptoms worsened. Walking became unsteady. One day, my leg gave out completely, and I couldn’t urinate despite the urgency. That was the moment I realized I needed help and called the paramedics.

In the ER, my situation escalated quickly. Paralysis began to creep from my feet upward, leaving me unable to feel or move below my waist. Tests revealed I had Neuromyelitis Optica (NMO) and Transverse Myelitis (TM), with spinal lesions at C3-C4. This diagnosis would change my life forever.

The days that followed were some of the toughest yet most transformative of my life. I spent weeks in hospitals and rehabilitation centers, enduring treatments like plasmapheresis, Rituxan, and Cytoxan. Slowly but surely, I began to regain movement—from my toes upward. Each milestone, no matter how small, felt monumental.

Relearning how to walk has been a journey in every sense of the word. From a wheelchair to a traditional walker to a rollator, I’ve made incredible strides toward walking independently again. Physical therapy, occupational therapy, and even aqua therapy became the cornerstones of my recovery. Along the way, I discovered the power of perseverance, positivity, and adaptability.

Pain, both physical and emotional, has been a constant companion. At my worst, I endured excruciating spasms that left me screaming in agony—so loud that I was once moved to a private room. But even in those moments, I refused to give up.

Today, while I still battle stiffness, pins-and-needles sensations, and a robot-like gait, I focus on progress, not perfection. This journey hasn’t just been about physical recovery; it’s been about redefining who I am.

Through the fire of adversity, I have risen, much like the phoenix—a symbol of rebirth, renewal, and triumph over the challenges that once threatened to define me. My struggles have forged me into someone stronger, more resilient, and deeply grateful for every step forward.

The phoenix now represents my story. It reminds me that we are not bound by our hardships but by how we rise from them. I’ve learned to prioritize my health, surround myself with positivity, and let go of “fair-weather friends” who didn’t stand by me when I needed them most.

Through it all, I’ve discovered an unshakable truth: the human spirit is resilient beyond measure. My story is not just about overcoming adversity—it’s about embracing it as an opportunity for growth and finding purpose in the process.

If there’s one thing I hope to leave you with, it’s this: No matter how insurmountable a challenge may seem, there’s always a way forward. We are all capable of rising from the ashes of life’s trials. Like the phoenix, we can emerge stronger, more vibrant, and ready to face whatever comes next.