tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87094765305381929982024-03-12T19:32:51.666-07:00Our Lives, With Ataxia Along For The RideThe profiles and stories from people whose lives have been affected by one of the many forms of Ataxia. We share the stories...because together we are strong.Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-49846228599180337602020-05-08T15:40:00.000-07:002020-05-08T15:40:34.972-07:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Adam Carter<br />
For this week's Ataxia Profile, I will be introducing you to Adam Carter...<br />
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Adam is forty-five and has Spinocerebellar Ataxia type four. He was diagnosed around the age of twenty-three...after being referred to a Neurologist by his Doctor. Adam had gone to see his regular Physician several months prior...because his voice had started to sound rather "croaky" and his family felt that he should have it checked out. It led to a rare Neurological Disease...and although all forms of SCA are rare...some are a little more so than others.<br />
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Adam grew up doing the normal things that most kids do...which included playing soccer/cricket. He also participated in Rap music and Breakdancing...and became quite good at it, winning numerous local dance competitions. As he got older, Adam also began to work as a DJ at rave parties. Unfortunately, his symptoms began to appear just a few short months later...with a diagnosis of Ataxia not long after that. Initially, a specific type/number was not known...but later a more detailed diagnosis of SCA4 was given.<br />
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For many years, Adam tried his best to not acknowledge his condition or learn anything about it...because he found that the more he did the angrier he would become. He could no longer do those things that he had enjoyed...and he soon discovered that he was caught in a downward spiral of anger and depression.<br />
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Adam decided that he needed to get his anger and self-hatred under control...so he spent time seeing a Psychologist...and though it has been a long journey emotionally and physically, through the Psychologist and help from his friends he has learned to defeat most of the anger and frustrations that he was experiencing.<br />
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And, even though he may still have to work through those feelings of anger from time to time...he is much happier these days and has started to DJ again. What really makes him happy, however (and this is an unintentional piece of advice from Adam) is that he learned to accept his current situation...and not just accept it but adapt to it and make it work in his current life surroundings. He can also dance once more...thanks to an awesome wheelchair that has big wheels for getting around. He enjoys camping...which he finds easier with his new wheelchair. These two activities were things that he very much enjoyed before the Ataxia...and being able to do these things again has gone a long way towards soothing his anger.<br />
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The one idea that Adam would share with us is the thought that we are never alone. We can be a comfort to one another...and in ways and experiences with Ataxia that only we can know.<br />
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Thank you for sharing yourself with us, Adam! It has been a pleasure to write your story...and to be able to share it with the wider community.<br />
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Well, that's another...and the final Ataxia Profile. Unless someone shares their story with me, there will be no more Profiles. I have enjoyed our time together. Take care my friends...<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-50739565961122446992020-04-30T13:46:00.001-07:002020-04-30T13:46:58.013-07:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Carol Arsenault<br />
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It is time for another featured Profile...and this week we will be getting to know Caril Arsenault. I will let her tell us her story...<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I am on a 2 ½ year waiting list to see a neurologist that specializes in my condition so as you can probably understand, I had many unanswered questions in my mind. I began heavily researching my condition on the internet and joined every ataxia Facebook group I could find. There I found many helpful people much more knowledgeable than myself and I learned a great deal.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> My disability and all the events that led up to today have taught me a great deal. Never take anything for granted, especially the ability to walk! Never give up! No matter how bleak it seems, get up, get going, and do something, anything, which will improve your condition. Finally, I have learned that there are many kind, generous and knowledgeable people out there willing to help you. USE THEM. Search them out as I did, they are crucial to my journey towards getting on my feet again and regaining some of the abilities I need to be able to resume some of the things I enjoy in life. No matter how bad you feel, please never give up hope!</span><br />
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This week's Ataxia Profile is going to focus on Jodie Kawa.<br />
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Jodie recalls having a pretty normal childhood...she wasn't particularly athletic, but she would ride her bicycle with friends. And, just like most children...Jodie enjoyed running and playing games of tag.<br />
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At the age of ten, she was told that her mother had Ataxia...and that she and her brother each possessed a fifty-percent chance of developing the neurological disease. The news was hard for Jodie to hear...she remembers not responding to the news very well...and worrying over the future possibilities for a while.<br />
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From that point on, Jodie was convinced that she had Ataxia of some form. There was nothing truly obvious...a few small issues with balance...and it wasn't until the age of forty that Jodie began to become more alarmed. She was working as a preschool teacher at the time and she was noticing that her balance was beginning to affect her ability to do her job. Even though Jodie loved teaching...she decided that it was time to get tested.<br />
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Jodie was seen by a Neurologist who read her family history, and after watching her walk...believed that she had Ataxia. A blood test confirmed that Jodie had Spinocerebellar Ataxia type 2.<br />
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Almost ten years have passed since Jodie's diagnosis...and she has embraced the Ataxia community. She has attended as many of the National Ataxia Conferences as possible...and in her words, has discovered and made friendships with some of the most helpful and enthusiastic people from all over the world. Jodie also enjoys her involvement in her support group...and is actively planning a second fundraiser this year.<br />
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Thank you for sharing your story with us Jodie. I have been to several Conferences also...and enjoyed meeting you. We knew each other on Facebook...but it was nice to be able to talk to you in person!<br />
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Hey everybody! This week I would like to introduce you all to Jake Thompson. He is a young man with FA...but I will let him tell his story...</div>
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My name is Jacob Thompson. I was diagnosed with Friedreich's Ataxia when I was twenty-four-years-old. Growing up, I loved to play sports. I played baseball, hockey, and football competitively but also enjoyed water sports, downhill skiing, tennis, and pretty much anything else with a ball and competition.<br />
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Towards the end of high school, I began having trouble performing athletically at a high level. My max lifts went down, my forty-yard dash got slower, and it was difficult for me to track fly balls in the outfield and make accurate throws. I had always been one of the strongest and fastest kids in my school; as a junior in high school. I even placed first in my weight class in a Tri-school lift/run/jump competition.<br />
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As I began to struggle to perform, I also struggled with my identity. I had always been identified by my athletics and was no longer sure of who I was. My dreams of playing a college sport became just that...a dream.<br />
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I went off to college and wasn't good enough to play on any of the teams. It turned out that God had other plans for me. In high school, I was part of a ministry called Young Life that made a big impact on me; my leaders had been my freshman football and baseball coaches.<br />
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By my Sophomore year in college, the doors had opened for me to lead Young Life and to coach high school football. I also began making music and doing spoken word poetry to bring hope and light to people who were in a dark place. Little did I know, my music and poems would soon be speaking to me.<br />
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Throughout college, the difficulties that I experienced performing tasks that used to come so easy for me continued to increase. I found that I could no longer skate, use rollerblades, or slalom ski. I didn't fully understand, but I also didn't think too much about it, as I was still able to enjoy playing games of pick-up football, basketball, and tennis.<br />
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The final straw came one day when I was twenty-four, and I was trying to paddleboard in the ocean.No matter how many times I tried, I could not keep my balance. I decided to go and see a Physical Therapist, wondering if maybe I had experienced too many previously undiagnosed concussions that were now impacting my balance.<br />
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Seeing the PT led to several appointments with a Neurologist, a CT scan, and numerous blood tests. As a result of all the testing, I received a diagnosis of Friedreich's Ataxia.<br />
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After my diagnosis, I struggled with feelings of depression, and hopelessness. I didn't feel like anyone could relate to what I was going through, and I was devastated to think that all of my goals, dreams, and aspirations were now dead or dying. I felt defeated when I thought about all the things that I wouldn't be able to do with my wife and kids.<br />
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Eventually, what I came to realize is that I now had two choices before me. I could sit around and feel sorry for myself about what I no longer had, or I could make the most of what I did have. Through all of this, my faith in Christ has shown me that no matter what, God has a purpose for my life. With His help, my intentions are to fulfill that purpose.<br />
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I have put my experiences with Ataxia into a hip-hop album titled Pressure Makes Diamonds.<br />
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I am also working on several new creative projects in which the songs, poems, and videos are made with a two-fold purpose in mind. One intention is to bring encouragement to those who are facing trials, especially those that involve Ataxia and other rare diseases. I know that my experience of feeling hopeless is common among those with such a diagnosis.<br />
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The second intention to these forthcoming projects is based on my hope and desire that they will help to raise public awareness. It is also my dream that this, in turn, would lead to further developments in the area of treatments. I am not sure where this all may lead, but my ultimate vision is to establish a foundation that utilizes both multimedia to raise awareness and takes action in the fight against rare diseases.<br />
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Thank you for sharing with us Jake. You have a beautiful family... and a very inspirational story and we wish you great success in your future endeavors.<br />
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That wraps up another Ataxia Profile for this week. Thanks everybody...<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-10378299551783671922020-04-09T05:45:00.000-07:002020-04-09T05:45:01.546-07:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Krystal Schulze<br />
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Hey, Everybody...I hope you are all doing well. In all the past Profiles, we have been introduced to several different forms of Ataxia which have all been genetic. For this week's Ataxia Profile, we will read the story of someone who has acquired Ataxia from another source. I will let Krystal tell you her story.<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was in high school and was very athletic, at the time all this went down (I use that phrase a lot cause it was a major robbery!) Started my 14th year of softball, ran track, cross country and was on the drill team. I was also in co-op, which allowed me to work retail at 2 stores in our Outlet Mall. I had luckily gotten to experience my junior prom a few months before. I also cherish that I received my driver’s license 6 months before and I drove my baby silver, a Chevy S10!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have always loved anything to be creative using logic. When I graduated, in between therapies, I taught myself HTML, Java, Dreamweaver with Dragon, and then Python. For me, music is always key to keep me focused and productive longer. When I was 30, I was pregnant with my now 8-year-old daughter Alyssa, who is my world! At that point, I was advised to do almost nothing. I used that time for an online college because I knew I wanted to fully be involved with my baby. So I got 2 degrees (business administration and graphic design) </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 14pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of course, everything I've mentioned above are certainly my favorite ways to keep me going! It may sound silly but my daughter gets a kick out of playing cards or Jenga with me. It can be frustrating for sure but those fine motor skills are tested and keeps you from weak joints and atrophy of the hands. </span></div>
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<br />Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-24681993546102538472020-04-02T07:00:00.000-07:002020-04-02T07:23:06.322-07:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Chanda Huy<br />
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Hello, Everyone...for the Ataxia Profile this week we will be learning Chanda Huy's story...and it pleases me to be able to introduce her to you:<br />
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Chanda is working on trying to adjust and adapt to the diagnosis of Spinocerebellar Ataxia that she received a year ago. The form that she has is hereditary...and was passed down to her by her father. All of the simple things that are a part of everyday life...tasks that she used to do without thought or effort like walking, remaining balanced while standing, and speaking clearly...have now become exhausting and take concentration. Chanda relates that she has had to trade-in all her fancy and fashionable high-heels for stable sneakers.<br />
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The diagnosis has been hard for Chanda and her husband...and has been discouraging at times. But Chanda's husband has been a rock during this first frustrating year and has helped her acquire and maintain a positive outlook. Finding and attending support groups has also been beneficial for Chanda...which she refers to as one of the best medicines. Lastly, love and strength shown by Chanda's family and friends have been priceless. The last year has been a tedious and difficult journey...but all the love, strength and support shown to her have been precious to her.<br />
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Thank you for your story Chanda...and the openness and honesty that you relate in the difficulty. These realities are important for us to reflect on....because the truth is, that those of us who have grown-up with Ataxia, or dealt with it for years...often forget that there are people like you that are experiencing these life changes on a newer basis...maybe even for the first time. It is not insignificant and anything we can do to help and encourage you in your journey...we will do!<br />
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Until next time my friends...stay safe,<br />
JasonJason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-14574866454708186712020-03-26T12:54:00.001-07:002020-03-26T13:22:46.999-07:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Yesenia Ramos<br />
For today's Ataxia Profile, we will be introduced to Yesenia Ramos.<br />
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Yesenia is currently twenty-three...but received a diagnosis of Friedreich's Ataxia when she was six years old. She lives in Edmond Oklahoma with her parents and an older brother who also has FA. Yesenia's heritage is Mexican...of which she is very proud.<br />
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For Yesenia, the road to an early diagnosis began with multiple sprained ankles and a general sense of unbalance. These memories are actually rather faint for her...but her parents, having gone through something similar with Yesenia's brother, recognized the signs and took her to be seen and tested by a Doctor. She does, however, remember growing up with the effects and increasing changes that were brought about by FA...and feels the reality that it robbed her of her childhood and teenage years.<br />
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Yesenia now writes poetry...and as a poet has had a book published, titled <b><u>Emotionally Deteriorating, Emotionally Distressing: Who I Am With FA</u></b>. The book (pictured above) was printed last March and is currently available on Amazon. Good for you, Yesenia! Writing is a great and creative way for us to release and communicate our thoughts/feelings. She has also written a poem recently about her FA and how it generally leads her to feel. She has titled the writing Sick At Heart and would like to present it to you in this blog...so here it is:<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am as burdening as a nonstop war</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">my life is a sore, truthfully </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I take everything with hurt on the side</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">it’s outrageous </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I’m truly empathetic </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">FA also makes me less “useful” </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">like an imitation of a drunk with the awareness of a hawk</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm learning to accept my limitations</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">but I'm struggling with accepting the reality of my limited life and brutal future </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">16 years later and the only thing that’s changed is my emotional tumor </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s so easy to feel like a bad friend for needing more help than others</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">its as if my reality was abruptly full of highly sensitive ulcers </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">no one teaches you how to grieve the life you should have had</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Friedreich's ataxia defines me </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">it’s literally all over my DNA</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">it makes me sick at heart </span></span><br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-45495797999692092522020-03-20T10:16:00.002-07:002020-03-20T10:16:35.234-07:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Mary Scheetz<br />
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Hello Everybody, it's time once again to bring to you another Ataxia Profile...and this time I will be putting my focus on, and introducing you all to Mary Scheetz.<br />
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Mary lives in Portland, Oregon...and twelve years ago, she was diagnosed with Spinocerebellar Ataxia number Eight. However, if we look back to the nineteen-eighties, that's when the process that would lead to her eventual diagnosis seemed to begin. At first, Mary started experiencing food allergies...and then just a few short years later, she developed prisms in her eyes. Sometime around the year two-thousand, Mary noticed that her left knee had become stiff...and she would often fall when stepping off a curb or going downstairs.<br />
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Mary consulted a Chiropractor...but after trying for several years to follow their advice, and finding little relief, she turned to an Orthopedic surgeon in two-thousand-and-eight. The Doctor saw something unusual and immediately sent her to see a Neurologist. Upon the initial exam, the Neurologist diagnosed Mary with Multiple Sclerosis...but after doing an MRI and bloodwork, Mary's diagnosis was changed to SCA 8.<br />
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Currently, Mary likes to stay active and attends an exercise program called Rebel Fitness twice a week. It is a program that has mostly been set up for patients who have Parkinson's...but they will work with anyone that has mobility issues. Through the activity of boxing, they focus on movement and balance...but they also offer classes that concentrate on vocal skills. Among these two, are classes offered that focus on dancing, nutrition, yoga, Thai Chi, and golfing techniques. Mary also enjoyed attending a water aerobics class for a season...and moved into this form of exercise when her loss of balance no longer enabled her to attend the work-out class that she had previously been doing. Eventually, she needed to stop attending this class as well...when the dressing room, walking on the slick deck and no longer feeling comfortable in deep water became issues for her.<br />
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Mary also really appreciates being able to attend an Ataxia Support Group. She feels that a group that she can attend...where there are people who really understand what she experiences and goes through on a daily basis...is a precious thing!<br />
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One of the lessons that Mary has learned in this...to refrain from being so hard on herself. I hear you Mary...and this can be a tall order. We can quite often make our situation worse, (and by we...I am thinking strongly of me)...so this thought is ALWAYS a good reminder. We need to practice patience...not just with ourselves, but with those we come into contact with that act in negative ways...who, more-often-than-not, possess no knowledge concerning Ataxia. If, after educating someone...they still choose to see you as faking to gain attention, or as a hypochondriac...then, as Mary says...that's their problem.<br />
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Mary would like to leave us with one more thought, or piece of advice. We all need to find someone, or someones, to talk to. Having people, such as through a support group or the many Facebook groups, is a very valuable thing!<br />
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Thank you for the encouraging story, Mary. It has been a privilege and an honor to write your story...and I am happy to present it to the Ataxia Community to read...as we all learn to know you better.<br />
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As we continue to work together...and every time we share our stories with one another, Ataxia loses and we gain. We gain both in encouragement and strength...so, let's keep those stories comin'! If you haven't yet sent me yours then please consider doing so!<br />
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That's all for know...take care, be safe...and until next time my friends...<br />
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<br />Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-63158385961893677102020-03-12T16:01:00.000-07:002020-03-12T16:01:24.244-07:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Travis Guy Lebel<br />
It has truly been a joy and an honor for me to write the Ataxia Profiles over the past several months. I get to know each person that I have written about...sometimes probing deeper with the people being featured each week in areas of interest...so that I can do as thorough a job as possible.<br />
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Making that extra inquisition brings us to Travis Guy Lebel...and the title that Travis would like to be applied to his Profile. Which is: <b><u>Never Give Up...and Always Find A Way</u></b><br />
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This is a perfect title, and an excellent way to begin this Blog...so thank you, Travis.<br />
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Travis has been dealing with Spinocerebellar Ataxia since his birth. An official diagnosis didn't come until several years later...but Travis confides having some difficulties very early on and his parents identifying quickly that something wasn't quite right. He didn't learn to walk on level ground until the age of fourteen-to-sixteen months...and didn't walk outside until over the age of two.<br />
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For several years...between nineteen-sixty-seven and nineteen-seventy...Travis was taken to be seen by numerous specialists...but does not remember exactly when he first heard the term Ataxia. He grew up knowing that he was different...and many years later, while undergoing a routine physical exam, he asked if he could be seen by a Neurologist. Travis wanted to discover why his balance and coordination were off....and after many tests, numerous negative results, and four different Neurologists...he was given a diagnosis of an unknown SCA.<br />
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Travis also recalls...( I was going to add with fondness, but that just doesn't seem to fit)...that he suffered from a constant bruising of his shins up until about the time he began High School. In reflecting on his childhood, Travis also remembers that he never possessed the balance necessary for him to learn to ride a bike.<br />
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Travis attended High School at the Bellows Free Academy...were he was the captain of the junior varsity baseball team. He attended Southern Vermont College, and it was during this time that Travis felt his Ataxia go somewhat into a state of remission. Even so, Travis has always made a point to adapt to defeat any obstacle that stood in his way...and to find a way to accomplish the things in life that he wants for himself. He graduated with an Associate's of Science in Bussiness Management,<br />
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He maintained a full-time job for a little over thirty years...finally giving in when Ataxia made work too difficult...and then filed for Long Term Disability. Nonetheless, Travis maintains the attitude of work that he has always possessed. He has also been a longtime weight lifter and continues to work out three to four times a week.<br />
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In closing, Travis reflects that none of the early Physicians could come up with any answers...so he just had to adapt and learned to make his situation work for him. He knows that life is never easy...but maintains that nothing can stop you from continually adopting a positive attitude. Travis remains happy and enthusiastic. His motto again, which bears repeating...and the title of this blog about Travis's life, is: <b><u>Never Give Up...and Always Find A Way</u></b><br />
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Thank you, Travis! It has been a pleasure...and until next time my friends...<br />
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<br />Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-37189889425758375052020-03-05T10:34:00.003-08:002020-03-05T10:34:34.465-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Celia Baculi<br />
For today's Ataxia Profile, I am featuring a lady from Salem Oregon. She and her husband Ray attend the two same Support Groups that my wife and I attend...and it is my pleasure to introduce Celia Baculi to you. I am going to let Celia tell you her story...in her own words.<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-60766429422121272262020-02-27T08:56:00.002-08:002020-03-05T10:02:52.623-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Ashley Sharp<br />
For this week's Ataxia Profile, I will feature...and introduce you to Ashley Sharp.<br />
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At the age of...or right around the age of ten-years-old...Ashley was diagnosed with Friedreich's Ataxia (FA). At such a young age...she had no way that she would be able to anticipate how this would shape the rest of her life...and Ashley's parents never talked about it. However, she did have a support system...and experienced an abundance of help at school. Ashley's friends did all manner of things for her...from providing a backpack that she could grab on to for support...to giving her a helping arm to steady herself...and providing piggyback rides from class to class. Her writing also began to suffer from the affects of FA...but her teachers were very gracious...and Ashley has wonderful memories of those early years...which she notes, outweighed the bad.<br />
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Ashley has always been close to her family...but she became tighter with her parents when, sadly and tragically, her brother took his own life. She witnessed the emotional pain and anguish that they went through...and his death changed not just her parents'lives...but also the lives of everyone who knew the family.<br />
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One of the lessons that having Friedreich's Ataxia has shown Ashley about herself...is that she is mentally strong...and being so helps her to push through many obstacles that get in her way! Every day Ashley's thoughts and her physical reality try to drag her down...but she is determined to remain positive. Ashley knows that the only one that can change her thought is herself.<br />
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This is a great message for us...and an example to us. More power to ya...thanks, Ashley!<br />
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Thank you, Ashley...thank you for sharing with me a little bit of your story so I could write it...and we could all come to know you a little better.<br />
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JasonJason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-6113489049040892712020-02-21T08:32:00.000-08:002020-03-05T10:03:24.216-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia... Marie Lefevre<br />
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For this week's Ataxia Profile, we are going to be introduced to Maria Lefevre...and get to know her a little better through reading her story.<br />
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Marie first began to notice physical difficulties at the age of twenty-nine...but had nothing done until she was thirty-nine. At this point, Marie was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis...which was changed when she was forty-five to Cerebellar Degeneration.<br />
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Marie looks back on her life before the diagnosis of Ataxia...and realizes that she didn't take the time to appreciate what she had. She had the ability to do whatever she wanted...and everything from working, eating, and everyday simple tasks came mostly without effort, and like so many of us did before these things became an issue...never gave these things a second thought. Marie reflects on her life...and comes to the conclusion that she has been much more appreciative in the last thirty years than she was in the first thirty.<br />
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Marie has volunteered for many places that provide aid...and began the road of service at a Center for MS patients. She also spent some time working as a teacher's assistant in a classroom for children with Autism. Marie decided to study for a career in childcare...but soon realized that this was not a good fit. Instead, she studied adult education, and at forty, she also did course work in community service studies. It took her almost six years to complete because she was doing it all on a part-time basis...but she believes that if a person wants something bad enough they will find a way.<br />
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Marie remains independent. She relies upon herself, and an example of this is her furniture...if it is too heavy to move by herself, she either replaces it with something lighter, puts it on wheels, or sits on the floor and pushes it with her legs (which I have affectively done before). I have also put furniture on a blanket or towel...sat down and pulled the furniture to me, as I have continued to scooch backward a few feet at a time. Anyway, this reinforces Marie's belief...that if you desire to do something bad enough...that you will find a way.<br />
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One of the benefits of pushing furniture with her legs...is that it keeps the legs exercised and strong. Marie was told when she was first diagnosed that she should just go home and sit...that she would most likely be in a wheelchair by the age of forty or fifty at the latest. But at the age of thirty, Marie was not willing to accept that...she felt too young for that. She lives alone and her Ataxia has taught her to depend on herself. Marie has one daughter and four grandchildren.<br />
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Marie also likes to garden...and has served as a volunteer gardener for the last three years. Walking in her own yard has become difficult as of late...so she has either planted trees to hold on to or placed long sticks in the yard that she can grab...with the note that they need to be long enough that she won't fall and stab herself:-) Good idea, Marie...safety first...hahaha. She does not let anything stop her from doing the things she loves and finds fulfillment in...and will often sit down to do her gardening. This gives Marie the motivation to keep moving and a feeling of worth.<br />
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I admire that Marie...because one of the saddest things to me is seeing people easily defeated by Ataxia or other physical challenges. With Ataxia, in particular, I have witnessed too many who use it as an excuse to give up and become more and more dependant...so thank you for your story of encouragement Marie...and giving me the privilege to write it.<br />
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That's another Profile...and until next time friends...<br />
Jason<br />
Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-39205748540854530382020-02-13T11:15:00.000-08:002020-03-05T10:03:42.174-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Breaunna Hoffman<br />
Ataxia Profile number twenty-four...and let's get right to it. Today, I am pleased to introduce Breaunna Hoffman to you...<br />
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Breaunna is twenty-three...and lives in Pennsylvania. Her journey began at fifteen when she was diagnosed with Scoliosis...and was told that she would need to undergo surgery. However, her mother questioned whether or not Scoliosis explained Breaunna's moment of stumbling...which she was experiencing whenever she would initially rise to walk. The doctors confirmed that it would not...and so further testing was done. After a period of several months, a diagnosis of Friedrich Ataxia was given. From that day life changed for Breaunna.</div>
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Up to this point, she had been spending her days like any other average fifteen-year-old...very active. Breaunna played all types of sports...and was very involved in cheer, which was her favorite. She was especially devastated when she had to quit her involvement in that particular enterprise. However, other than the effects of her Scoliosis, and a little bit of the initial staggering when first standing up... she was not yet experiencing any other signs from her early diagnosis of FA. She could not imagine that just eight short years later she would be dependent on a walker.</div>
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But as much as she thought using a walker would be horrible...it turned out that Breaunna grew to appreciate it. Because, she found that her walker gave her freedom...it offers her stability and allows her to go shopping, hang out with friends, and enjoy herself during the time that she spends with family.</div>
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One of the great lessons that Breaunna has learned from having a neuromuscular disorder...is a lesson that is important for us all to hear and pay attention to. The life that she now finds herself in has humbled her. In Breaunna's words...before her diagnosis, she wasn't the loving, caring, and empathetic person that she is today. The reality of FA has caused her to slow down...reflect...and look around. She realizes that everyone has a different story to tell...and there is no room for judgment anymore.</div>
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This is such a true assessment...and definitely my experience as well. This outlook also seems to be a pretty common theme for many...but it can't be stated enough, so thank you Breaunna.</div>
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Breaunna finds raising awareness for FA to be very important and tries to spread knowledge whenever she has an opportunity...be it through social media or participating in a public event...such as the rideATAXIA SoCal at Huntington Beach that she attended. She also went to her first FARA SoCal event in 2018...and went to the FARA/UCLA FA Symposium. Her family and boyfriend work towards bringing awareness to FA as well.</div>
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Breaunna would like to leave us with one piece of advice...which is to reach out to the community. You ARE NOT alone...though it can feel that way when you first receive that diagnosis of a rare neurological disease/disorder. There are more of us than you are initially led to think...so reach out because we are here for you!</div>
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-46667565062599330272020-02-07T08:48:00.000-08:002020-03-05T10:04:06.641-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Dana Creighton<br />
For today's Ataxia Profile, I am pleased to introduce Dana Creighton to you.<br />
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In Two-Thousand-and-Six, at the age of Thirty-Three, Dana went to the Athena Diagnostics Lab to undergo a blood draw and genetic workup. She went because Spinocerebellar Ataxia ran through the generations of her family. Her mother had struggled with it...and had passed away at the age of Fifty-Three. She had experienced three of her siblings pass away who had been similarly affected as well...and Dana's mother had always been terrified that she would pass this on to one, or all of her children.<br />
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Dana had been waiting for a long time to find out if this would be the case...so she said "no" to waiting any longer...when it was suggested that she make an appointment to talk with a Genetic Counselor after the results of her blood work came back. She, instead, asked them to immediately call her when the results had come in.<br />
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Dana was working at UNC-Chapel Hill in the Public Health Research Department at the time...and on December twenty-eight of that same year received a call with the news. She had definitively been diagnosed with Spinocerebellar Ataxia Type 2. She remembers feelings of deep sadness...shock, and devastation. She left work early that day...just to spend a few precious hours by herself, and then went to pick up her husband after his twelve-hour shift at the hospital. They spent time crying together.<br />
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I think that in one way or another we can all relate to Dana. The first time we are given the news is a blow...and can be devastating. I remember hearing the words of my diagnosis and feeling numb. I think we all were hoping, at that moment...that the Doctor would look at the results again and be like, "oh you know what, I was looking at the wrong chart...no, you're fine".<br />
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Since that time, Dana has found a passion for working out and getting daily exercise. She sees a Physical Therapist a few times a year and incorporates these exercises into her daily routine. She also rides her Catrike (three-wheeled bike). She feels that there is nothing she can't do...but jokes there are, however, a lot of things that she doesn't do very well! Dana feels that, for her, exercise is a re-calibration of the connection between her mind and body.<br />
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On her journey towards the healing process, Dana has found that regarding her trauma... writing about her innermost feelings has been very therapeutic, both emotionally and spiritually. She also enjoys helping others. Dana loves to support others...but also, is not afraid to ask for help when she needs it. This is one of the lessons she would like to pass on...we are in this together and helping one another is just a part of who we should be.<br />
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Thank you Dana for allowing me to write your story...so that we could all come to know you a little better...and know your story.<br />
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Until next time my friends...<br />
Jason<br />
Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-69306828115836678252020-01-31T06:31:00.003-08:002020-03-05T10:04:28.359-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Amy Hamrick<br />
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I have heard from many of you that these Profiles are very helpful. I am very glad to hear this...and send a thank-you to all that have allowed me to present their stories to you. In the same spirit, this week I would like to introduce you to Amy Hamrick.<br />
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Amy was thirty years old and pregnant with her daughter Hadley when she was first diagnosed with Spinocerebellar Ataxia Type One. The disease runs in her family, but no one really talked or was honest about it until Amy. Her dad had Ataxia, which he got from his father...and out of four children Amy was the only one to also have SCA 1. Currently, Amy lives in South Georgia with her husband and daughter.</div>
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At the age of thirty-two, Amy decided to have a blood test done...to confirm her status and ensure her eligibility in drug tests, and other trials. This is a good point to make for Genetic testing. People ask why they should bother getting tested...after all, there is no cure...so what does it matter, right? Well, one of the answers is because of possible involvement in trials. Drug companies do work with specific types of Ataxia...and if you have an official diagnosis this avenue is now open for you.</div>
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Amy was a first-grade school teacher and was always commended for her classroom management. She had taught enough years that when the job became too stressful and physically difficult, because of her Ataxia, Amy was able to medically retire. Although she doesn't drive much anymore, she does have a vehicle on hand in case of an emergency. Her husband works an hour away from home...which leaves her home all day by herself, and Amy is still working towards figuring out what this means and which activities are going to be within her abilities.</div>
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One such activity that Amy has discovered is wheelchair yoga...but finds it difficult to be in crowds of people. When asked what she has learned from her disability, Amy said that one thing is that she has given herself permission to mourn and grieve over the abilities that she has lost. Amy also owned a rollator for two years but refused to use it for the first year. On year two she gave in...and one coping mechanism that Amy employed was to give her rollator a name...and she decided it looked like a pink Lilly...so Lilly it became.</div>
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Amy will be participating...along with her siblings, in an Ataxia Walk during the first weekend in October.</div>
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-84258412710557596732020-01-17T07:41:00.002-08:002020-03-05T10:04:45.986-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Simone Van Alstine-Jasch<br />
It's time for another entry in the Ataxia Profile Blog...and for today's, I am happy to introduce you to Simone Van Alstine-Jasch.<br />
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Simone's story begins in nineteen-ninety when she was nineteen and attending The Boston Conservatory of Music, Dance, and Theatre. Simone remembers the exact moment like this...when everything began to change..." one moment I was sitting on the steps outside the building waiting for a friend...and the next I was on the ground after standing up". This incident sent her to the hospital where she spent a week being tested and having numerous blood-draws...only to hear, after all of that, that they didn't know what was wrong with her.<br />
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Simone spent the following three months talking with psychiatrists and psychologists...and finally given the diagnosis of Cerebellar Atrophy. In nineteen-ninety- seven, she was given a more exact neurological explanation...that being Spinocerebellar Ataxia type 2. However, this conclusion was reached by a process of elimination...because, in the late nineties, only tests for types One and Three were available...and she had tested negative for these. In fact, twenty-plus years later Simone applied for consideration in a drug trial for SCA2...and was told that instead, she may have Ataxia Ocular Apraxia.<br />
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Simone is an Air Force housewife and fills her days with housekeeping, reading and writing fiction, watching television, and exercising. She also does some volunteer work for a Hospice...and is greatly aided in this service by her gifts for sympathy and her strong musical talent. She finds great comfort, peace, and strength in the Lord...and, although she has now lost some of her physical abilities...acknowledges that she simply continues to be Simone.<br />
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This is a powerful point that Simone just made...and I want to interject here with a comment on Simone's observation...because I think it is an important one, especially for those who might be struggling to process a new diagnosis in their life. It is quite common to view yourself as two separate people...who I was before (pre-diagnosis), which was normal and happy...and who I am now (post-diagnosis), which is limited and sad. However, this is NOT true. You are the same person now as you were then...with the same gifts as before to offer...life for you now has just become a little more challenging...but you can't let yourself become defeated and give up. You learn lessons that will probably change or strengthen you in different areas...but the physical limitations that come with Ataxia do not fundamentally change who you are.<br />
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Which brings us to the lessons that Simone's disability has taught her...and what she has learned. It has taught Simone patience...it has deepened her ability to laugh at herself...and taught her to not sweat the small stuff. Her advice to others is to concentrate ALWAYS on what you can do, not on what you can't...and to remain positive, even though there are times when this may seem to be hard to do!<br />
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Thank you so much for your words, Simone...and thank you for sending me your story so we could all benefit from it and get to know you better.<br />
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That wraps up another Profile Blog...so until next time, God Bless you all my friends.<br />
JasonJason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-46645207860454317742020-01-10T07:20:00.001-08:002020-03-05T10:05:07.614-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Rosie Ruiz<br />
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Hey, everyone! Time for Ataxia Profile number twenty...wow! Time is going so fast...it's hard for me to believe we are here already. I have very much enjoyed writing every profile and hope to bring you more. Some of you reading this will need to step up and send me your information...I only have eight more profiles available after today's...and for this week's Profile I am happy to introduce you to Rosie Ruiz...<br />
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Rosie was thirty-five when she was diagnosed with SpinoCerebellar Ataxia. For two years numerous blood tests were done...as the doctors sent sample after sample to the lab in an effort to zero in on a specific type. Finally, after all the previous tests had come back negative, a positive result of SCA 8 was found. She remembers feelings of deep sadness at the news of a progressive disease...because she felt she was still quite young and was very active at that time.<br />
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SpinoCerebellar type 8 is a form of Ataxia that is marked by a slower progression. Even so, Rosie...like many...hates the attention that comes when one experiences difficulty walking. She relays that she feels very uncomfortable when people stare because she may jerk when walking, drag her foot, take small steps, or move slowly. Conversations can also be embarrassing for her...as she struggles with crisp diction and hears herself garbling her words.<br />
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Before Ataxia, Rosie worked at a desk job. She worked out regularly at a gym that she loved...and enjoyed going on nature hikes or long walks in the city. She still works and drives...although, Rosie notes that before the diagnosis she had better dexterity and loved to drive a stick...but now has transitioned to driving an automatic. She also notes a difference in the way she approaches public and social places. Before, Rosie was very energetic and loved meeting new people...but now she has become very apprehensive. She also quit the gym that she loved...for a preference that she now has to work-out alone.<br />
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Activities that Rosie finds to be helpful include working in her garden...which gets her outside...and spending time on her treadmill...which is helpful for her stiff leg and gives her time to enjoy her favorite Podcast.<br />
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When asked what her disability has taught her...Rosie's response was an important one for all of us to hear...because she let this progressive, non-curable neurological disease develop a much deeper sense of humility and empathy in her life. This journey has been a growing experience for her...as she learned that she now has an opportunity to reach people...just by accepting herself and being who she is.<br />
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She would like people to know...especially those who are trying to come to terms with a new diagnosis in their lives...that life with a disability is not the end. Life is different...but it is not over.<br />
Thank you for those words, Rosie...I personally, can testify that in my life and experiences I can see this disease as opening doors for me, providing opportunities, and giving me insights about myself and others...that I would not have realized any other way.<br />
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Thank you, Rosie...for sharing yourself with us, as we all deal with this neurological disease and seek to learn from the lives of others.<br />
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God Bless you all, my friends. Until next time...<br />
JasonJason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-46142990458751523842020-01-03T06:33:00.000-08:002020-03-05T10:59:05.421-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Carmen De La Quintana<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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It is time for the nineteenth Ataxia Profile...and for this writing, I am pleased to put the spotlight on Carmen De La Quintana.<br />
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Carmen was officially diagnosed in two-thousand-and-fourteen at the age of fifty. Earlier that year, however...she had been misdiagnosed with both Vertigo and a Stroke. After going to see an Ear Specialist, she was admitted to the hospital...and after numerous exams and tests, Carmen was diagnosed with PCD or Paraneoplastic Cerebellar Degeneration.<br />
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She was also told at that time that she had Ovarian Cancer...and began Chemotherapy in the latter part of that year. Then in January of two-thousand-and-fifteen, she underwent surgery...but no evidence of cancer was found, so her rounds of Chemotherapy were discontinued. She continues to have check-ups every six months...with no evidence of the presence of cancer.<br />
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Although Carmen has since had to stop working...she was employed by a large Health Insurance Company as an Account Manager. When not working at this job, Carmen enjoyed traveling to other countries, lounging on a beach, riding her bike, and spending quality time with her two kids, boyfriend, and friends. She also now enjoys watching movies and television series, and following her friends on Facebook and Instagram.<br />
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To keep herself active and to get exercise...Carmen likes to go to the beach or a swimming pool. She finds a feeling of great happiness in these places. When I asked Carmen what her disability had taught her...she instantly replied that for her, her family is everything. Her mother moved from California to Florida to help take care of her...and she now has two beautiful grandchildren that fill her heart and make her smile. Her boyfriend now takes care of her full-time...both of her children live close to her...and she is very grateful to have a great support system.<br />
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While Carmen is now in a wheelchair and needs assistance full-time...she continues to engage in therapies of many kinds...Physical, Occupational, Water, and Speech... and recommends this for everyone dealing with a disability. In short, she believes strongly that we all must remain active...and always be striving towards having a positive attitude and outlook. It is a choice...and Carmen has decided to be happy and laugh...ALOT!<br />
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Thank you, Carmen, for those wise words...and, for the timely reminders of the importance of staying active, daily exercise, and maintaining a positive view. Thank you also for allowing me to share your story with others through this Blog. It has been very helpful.<br />
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That wraps up another Ataxia Profile. If you have sent me your story, rest assured I will get to it and share it through this Blog. I am trying to get to each one in the order they were sent to me. If you haven't submitted anything to me then I would like to encourage you to do so...because YOUR story would be a benefit to all of us.<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-1152319667388496472019-12-27T07:35:00.000-08:002020-03-05T10:59:29.102-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Catherine Meredith<br />
Hello again everybody! I hope that you all are enjoying the Holiday season...and there is just enough time left in the two-thousand-nineteen year to get in one more Ataxia Profile. This will be number eighteen...and it is my pleasure to introduce Catherine Meredith to you for this writing.<br />
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Catherine was forty-nine and in her fifth year as a fourth-grade school teacher...minding her own business like so many of us previously had been... when WHAM!, she suddenly was hit with Ataxia. Also like many, myself included...Catherine first experienced little physical frustrations that she thought would be a routine fix by a simple visit to the doctor. For Catherine, it was a sore knee that she chalked up as a bit of arthritis. She ignored this for about a year...as everyone kept advising her to have it checked out by a doctor. However, when she started to experience trouble with her speech and walking, she decided that she had better heed everyone's advice and be seen. She still believed her symptoms to be easily dealt with...a hydrocortisone shot in the knee for arthritis for example. Instead...after being sent to see a Neurologist who performed many tests, including an MRI...she discovered that her journey with Ataxia had begun in earnest.<br />
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Catherine no longer works or drives...and even though everyday tasks, such as eating, and cleaning her house have become difficult...Catherine strives to be positive. Her diagnosis is only three years old...and while she still struggles with denial, Catherine chooses to battle on and concentrate on the positive.<br />
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Catherine has had people say to her, " things could be worse you know". To this, she replies, "yes I know...but this is MY worse". Catherine looks to her family...her husband and three teenage girls...to help her when she needs it, and her attitude towards her Ataxia is...that it is what it is.<br />
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Since Spinocerebellar Ataxia is so rare...and it is even more so in New Zealand where Catherine lives...she started a Support Group on Facebook named Kiwis With Ataxia.<br />
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Thank you, Catherine, for sharing your life with us. Three years is still a fairly new life-changing diagnosis...and though you still struggle with acceptance, I believe you are well on your way. It has been sixteen years for me...and what I am learning is that, although I have mostly accepted my disease and moved on...it is not a one-hundred percent thing. That there are still times that I don't feel any different and see no reason why I can't do the normal things that I used to...like run and drive a car. I guess in some way there is a small part of me...of us...that will always be in denial. Does that make any sense?<br />
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Well, once again...that was Ataxia Profile number eighteen. I enjoyed bringing it to you...and until next time...Happy Holidays my friends, Jason<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-41187662977890159982019-12-17T14:37:00.002-08:002020-03-05T10:59:56.313-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Lisa Antonelli Cole<br />
Let's keep the momentum rolling...with Ataxia Profile number 17. Again, it is my distinct pleasure to introduce Lisa Antonelli Cole to you. Like many of you...I have met Lisa, (as a later photo will testify to:-)), but I look forward to writing this and getting to know her better. This is the purpose of these Profiles...so that we can know one another better and learn from our collective experiences. So, with that....<br />
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Lisa received an official diagnosis of Spinocerebellar Ataxia in December of 2013...however, her story begins a few years prior to this when she first started showing symptoms and went through a frustrating time of being misdiagnosed. Unfortunately, this same pattern seems to be a common theme for many people.<br />
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From as far back as 2007 Lisa began to experience times of dizziness...her balance was off, she was losing coordination, and she felt very unstable whenever she closed her eyes. Lisa was treated for vertigo by an ENT and sent to work with a Physical Therapist. Even though the symptoms of unbalance and dizziness did not improve Lisa discontinued seeing any doctors...after seeing that one of her ailments listed in her records was Chronic Anxiety. Lisa did NOT have anxiety...but knew something else explained her symptoms...something else was wrong.<br />
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Several years later, while undergoing a stress test on a treadmill, she almost fell. The Cardiologist recommended that she have this checked out. Thinking it was a bad knee, Lisa made an appointment with Orthopedics. However, when she saw the Orthopedic Dr...they did not think her walking symptoms had anything to do with her knee, and instead, told her she should be seen by a Neurologist.<br />
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When Lisa did finally did see a Neurologist...he listened to her for a while, and then sent her to see another Neurologist in Gainesville for a second opinion. Both Drs. agreed that the diagnosis...through a combination of both her family history and Lisa's MRI...was Spinocerebellar Ataxia. Like so many, Lisa has an extensive family history...with her Dad, Brother, and Aunt all having Ataxia as well. Sadly, Lisa's father passed away three years ago in a nursing home. He was no longer able to walk...but also died from complications due to Non-Hodgkin's Cancer and COPD.<br />
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For several years before her official diagnosis, Lisa traveled to see several clients...to who she was teaching Quickbooks. However, now she works from home doing accounting...and if she needs to have contact with those clients...she does so on the computer by logging on to their accounts.<br />
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Lisa saw others in her area that were needing support...and so started the East Coast of Florida Group, (The Treasure Coast)...and enjoys helping as many people as she can while still able. She does whatever she can to raise public awareness and to promote the ongoing mission of the NAF. Lisa is also hoping to see the National Ataxia Awareness Day...Which is on September 25th...become officially recognized, and a Proclamation by the State of Florida.<br />
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She has also started a Facebook group named AtaxiaRocks...and has done several interviews that can be viewed on YouTube. I will share the link here:<br />
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Thank you, Lisa...for allowing all of us to see into your life...and bringing encouragement, support, and awareness to the world of Ataxia.<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-6309350899880330522019-12-12T06:38:00.001-08:002020-03-05T11:00:36.504-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Donna Gregg<br />
This week's Ataxia Profile is number 16...and I have been enjoying bringing them to you. This time, I am pleased to bring you Donna Gregg's story. I will let her tell it in her words:<br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have a disability. There. I said that aloud for the first time yesterday, since being diagnosed with ataxia three years ago. We were at a car dealer with the need to trade in our pickup truck for an SUV. The truck is high off the ground, and getting into and out of it has become quite difficult for someone with a balance problem. Driving it is fine, climbing in and out is not. I didn’t want to come across as a silly woman who is afraid to drive a big, bad truck… so I told the salesman that I had a disability. Finally, I had the courage to use that word.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial";"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am 70 on my next birthday, and ataxia has been coming on for some time. For me, it was very subtle. I’d be in Home Depot, and realize that I was needing to hold on to a shopping cart, even if I only purchased one item. The “bigness” of the store was making me feel quite odd. What could that be? Other times I just didn’t feel quite right, but couldn’t define what that meant to my doctor. Tired? Well, no. Dizzy? Sort of, but not exactly. A little off, like I’m coming down with a virus, but I feel fine otherwise. Then I started the tests. The most significant was testing my blood sugar four times a day in case it was hypoglycemia. No, after keeping a record for 3 months, that wasn’t the problem. I had all sorts of blood tests, checking various hormone levels, checking my ears, checking my blood pressure. So much checking. After 6 months, my doctor referred me to a neurologist, and then I found some answers.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> What my saving grace is, is that most of the things I love to do, I do while sitting. I’ve read a thousand books in my lifetime, I crochet, knit, and embroider. But my biggest reason to be grateful is that I am an artist, with pet portraits being my passion. I haven’t had to give up *</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">too</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">* much of my life due to this condition. I am indeed humbled by this; I know that my symptoms could be so much worse. I can no longer walk my 68-pound dog, but I can draw her. I can’t spend the afternoon running here and there, in and out of the car, accomplishing many errands like I used to, but at my age… so what?</span><br />
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</span>Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-11431272293412394662019-12-05T11:19:00.001-08:002020-03-05T11:01:01.449-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Mary Beth Farley<br />
Well, I took a week off for Thanksgiving...but it is time for the next member profile. Today it is indeed a privilege to present Mary Beth Farley to you:<br />
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Mary Beth worked as a school teacher...until, at the age of thirty-eight, when she began to experience some random pains and difficulty while walking. The two things that she noticed first were that it had begun growing steadily harder to navigate the rows of student desks without running into them...and when she tried to exit her car at home after a day of work, she struggled...the combination of handling her bags and closing the car door had know become a monumental task. Mary Beth explains this experience...and that of then walking from the car to her porch as trying to walk in peanut butter...(was it smooth...chunky or extra chunky)? I suppose it doesn't matter, as most of us can relate to the difficulty that Mary Beth is referring to...I know that I certainly can!<br />
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Mary Beth went right away to see a Neurologist and a Physical Therapist. After a year of this routine, she wasn't seeing any change...so, at this point, she was referred to a Specialist at the University of Minnesota. The Neurologist there told Mary Beth, the thought was that she had some form of ataxia. Mary Beth then told the Doctor that she had two uncles and a grandmother with Ataxia...which helped convince the Doctor that she was on the right track. So, at the age of thirty-nine, Mary Beth underwent her first MRI...which confirmed the diagnosis. It was indeed Cerebellar Atrophy, the opinion being that it was a form of Ataxic-Syndrome...but unfortunately, the specific type was unknown.<br />
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Three years went by, when Mary Beth returned to have blood work done...which was sent to the lab at John Hopkins. Frustratingly, the Geneticist there was only able to confirm the original diagnosis of Ataxia...but unable to shed any light on the specific type. Mary Beth feels very strongly that she discover her Ataxia-type...so she plans to return for another blood draw and further testing. Hopefully, they can figure it out, Mary Beth!<br />
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Currently, Mary Beth enjoys spending time with her dog, Annabelle. She enjoys taking Annabelle for walks and tries to do this, even going on small walks, whenever she can. She also enjoys doing crafts and journaling. Writing has grown difficult, so Mary Beth creates her journals with things that she finds and prints off the internet. She finds exercise to be beneficial and includes walking in her daily schedule.<br />
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Mary Beth has allowed her disability to teach her not to take anything for granted...but to appreciate each day and to see it as a blessing She also finds fulfillment in doing for, and helping, other people in any way that she can. Mary Beth also has a deep Faith...and shares that she doesn't know what she would do without it or her church family.<br />
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After coming to terms with her Ataxia, Mary Beth realized how rare Ataxia is...and that there weren't many in South Dakota with the condition. However, in 2017 she decided to start a support group...and in December of that year, they held their first meeting, located in Sioux Falls. Last September the group was able to hold their first Walk-N-Roll event to raise money for the National Ataxia Foundation...and also public awareness.<br />
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Thank you to your group for doing that, Mary beth. And thank you for letting us all learn to know you better. It is a benefit to put faces on this Neurological Disease...and know that no one who goes through this is alone.<br />
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That wraps up another Profile in this series...so, again...<br />
Until next time my friends...Jason<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-76560145270012655162019-11-21T13:20:00.000-08:002020-03-05T11:01:24.750-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Terri Lynch<br />
Hey, friends! Time for Ataxia Profile number fourteen...and today I am very pleased to introduce you to Terri Lynch.<br />
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Terri is currently thirty-seven years old...and was diagnosed at the age of twenty-four with Oculomotor Apraxia 2, or AOA2.<br />
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Growing up was a pretty normal time for Terri...she recalls with fondness running around, and playing with all the other kids. At the age of eleven, she fell in love with the game of basketball. Terri had a hoop set-up in her backyard and began playing all day. By the seventh grade, she tried out and made it onto the school's team. Terri played on a team for two years...during which, she was also involved with playing on the softball team. Like any other teenage girl, she also spent a lot of time just hanging out and having fun with her friends.<br />
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Terri loved her involvement in sports, but at the age of sixteen gave it all up when she realized that she just couldn't perform the way she had been. After she graduated from High School, Terri began to notice that her balance was steadily continuing to grow worse. She had been going to see a Neurologist since the age of seventeen....and eventually an MRI was done. The Dr. told her at that time that she had Cerebellar Atrophy. Several years later, however, she was sent to see a Geneticist. The initial blood test came back negative...but when the genetic test was repeated the next year, Terri was told that her previous diagnosis of CA had been changed to AOA2.<br />
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She had ambitions of going to a four-year University...and had been accepted at two, but these plans became...in Terri's own words..." somewhat deferred ", as her conditioned intensified. She was now finding herself playing catch-up and trying to deal with the new symptoms that her AOA2 was now throwing at her. She did go on later though and achieve an Associate Degree in criminal justice.<br />
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Even though she now experiences a lack of good balance and coordination...Terri does not let that stop her from doing everyday tasks...instead, it fuels her. And although she can't play sports anymore...she still loves them and really enjoys watching them on television...and live too, on the occasions when she gets to attend one. Terri also loves to travel...unfortunately, being on a fixed income puts a limit on how often she gets to enjoy seeing other places.<br />
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Finally, Terri wants to encourage us all to never give up...to do whatever we can...for as long as we can do it!<br />
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Thank-you Terri, for sharing with me and allowing me to write this Ataxia Profile about your life journey. It has been nice getting to know you better and I wish the best for you going forward.<br />
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I also wanted to point out the advice that Terri gave to us...to keep active in whatever we can do and never give up. I know many of you do this already...and lots have this as a daily motto. But it's good to have reminders from time to time...and I am grateful that Terri has chosen to refresh that particular message for all of us.<br />
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Well, that wraps up another Ataxia Profile for this week. Until next time my friends...Be safe- Jason<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-15895709854889388742019-11-15T06:03:00.001-08:002020-03-05T11:01:46.349-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Mary Liebert<br />
Hello, friends. Let's keep up the momentum, by meeting another person in the profile blog...and today I am pleased to introduce you to Mary Liebert.<br />
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Mary is fifty-seven and currently resides in Lafayette, Louisiana. She is a single mother with two daughters, three grandchildren...and a handful of cats...( I only have one cat, but feel that I can also use the term "handful" when referring to my single cat)!<br />
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Mary worked full-time for twenty-eight years at UPS as a clerk but has been medically retired now for close to five years. She also holds a college degree in general studies that she received at the University of Louisiana in Lafayette.<br />
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She is number six out of eight children...and inherited SpinoCerebellar Ataxia type One from her father. Sadly, Mary's father and two brothers have passed due to complications that were related to SCA1. Mary was pre-symptomatic by the age of thirty-two...which is when she was officially diagnosed. However, she made it to the age of thirty-eight before the symptoms began to fully manifest themselves. She refers to these as mostly being mild, though...and still is able to enjoy the ability to drive. Mary has to depend on her rollator to get around about ninety-five percent of the time...and states that a general sense of balance is currently the main issue. ( In this case, your issue is also my issue, Mary).<br />
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Mary loves spending time with family, traveling, listening to audiobooks, engaging in water sports and working out in the gym, working in her yard, and watching the birds as they enjoy her bird feeders. Mary also loves to laugh and enjoys finding funny memes and pictures that she can share with her friends on Facebook. Doing these things makes her happy...and Mary strives to remain joyful...to embrace her life with a positive attitude and cheerful outlook. In fact, she would like to say that happiness is one of the areas in your life that you have absolute control over...so why not choose to be happy! I admire that point of view...so thank you, Mary<br />
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She also wants everyone to know that you should be exercising any way that you can...It really does help, both physically and mentally.<br />
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Mary would like to leave us with one more piece of advice....which is to laugh! After all, there is a reason it is the best medicine!<br />
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Great advice, Mary! I appreciated the opportunity to get to know you a little better...so thank you for letting me write this profile about you. Actually, a big shout-out to everyone who I have written about so far...and to those who have sent me their info and are still waiting in the virtual line. And, if you are reading this and have not sent me anything...I encourage you, as we all can learn from each other. Reach out to me...I've got some general questions that I can send to you.<br />
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Well, that wraps up another Ataxia Profile. Thanks again, Mary!<br />
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Until next time my friends...Jason<br />
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Jason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8709476530538192998.post-65913374113755709562019-11-08T07:14:00.001-08:002020-03-05T11:02:06.545-08:00Ataxia Profiles: Faces Of Ataxia...Cheri Valle<br />
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Hello, friends...it is time for another profile in the series. Today I am pleased to present to you as the #twelve, Cheri Valle.<br />
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As a teenager, I wanted to fit in, to be like everyone else.
But I wasn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t run around the football field.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was dismal at
sports. I couldn’t get myself over the vaulting horse in gymnastics.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My parents took me to an orthopedic doctor
who basically said there was nothing wrong. Boy was I glad when those high
school years were done! And I kept trying to fit in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I learned to ski, and went on ski trips with
my coworkers – and spent my entire skiing career on the green slopes, never
graduating to anything tougher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I rode
my bicycle until I got so tired of falling off that I quit doing it. And
kept pretending that I was like everyone else…. </div>
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myself it didn’t matter. I had my career, my children, a house I was
rehabbing. I was busy, I was happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But by my early 40’s it was clear there was SOMETHING really wrong, but
what? My neurologist called it lots of things, finally settling on
“atypical MS”. Then at age 50 – after a couple of years of working on and off
again – I collapsed and ended up in the hospital for 3 weeks. My sister
visited me, and the neurologist grabbed her and did a neuro exam out in the
hall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He came into my room and said, “I
know what it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s genetic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s Spinocerebellar Ataxia.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had the genetic testing, such as it was at
that time more than 15 years ago, but no particular SCA type popped up.
The neurologist said that it didn’t matter; more than 50% of the people with
SCA were of an unknown type.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So that’s
me, SCA – unknown type.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally, at age
50, I had a name to put on this thing that, in my eyes at the time, had pretty
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<span style="color: black; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> I never went back to work after that hospitalization. After
30 years of working at senior levels in high tech, I felt like I had lost my
identity. For a while, it didn’t matter all that much since I could
barely get out of bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then finally I
began being able to rejoin the world, a little. I got my first wheelchair
– freedom!!! I could go to the grocery store without being afraid I would get
to the back of the store then be unable to return to the front under my own
power. I discovered, rather by accident, that I am less sick in a less
humid environment, so I packed up and moved to the very rural high desert
community in southwestern Colorado where I live now. And began trying to
discover who I am, if I’m not a high tech person. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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literally in bed – the only place I am really comfortable is in my super fancy
adjustable bed with the super fancy mattress pads. But when I’m talking
to someone on the phone, they don’t have to know the person on the other end of
the phone line is propped up with the back of the bed at a 45-degree angle, in
her PJ’s, with a cat or three on her legs. I sound just like anyone else,
as long as no one sees me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most of my
online friends don’t even know about my power chair – the one with every bell
and whistle you can possibly get on a power chair, that elevates and reclines
and does every other cute wheelchair trick. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the person in charge to the person forced into retirement at age 50.
Going from the person who built room additions to the person who can’t stand on
a ladder. I have a cat named Junie, who only has two and a half legs – in
the rear, she has a short stump on one side and no leg at all on the
other. But she doesn’t seem to care. She doesn’t compare herself to other
cats, or get depressed, or see herself as limited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, she’s the cat in charge of my
household – she whacks the other cats to keep them in line. She accepts
her body totally and just deals with what is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I try very hard to learn from Junie and accept that this is me, and I
just have to deal with it. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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president of our local all-volunteer humane society. When pet owners are
faced with expensive vet bills they just can’t cover, I help them track down
funding. I write Facebook posts to raise money, or to find a new home for a dog
or cat who has nowhere to go. Every once in a while, I get to bottle-feed
some puppies or kittens, though mostly I leave the hands-on stuff to
others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most days, from the time I wake
up in the morning until I decide to quit for the day, I’m either on the phone
or on my computer, doing something related to helping animals. I’m
literally known around the country as a cat expert on some really obscure
topics (if your cat ever develops an esophageal stricture, I’m the person to
contact).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went to Walmart earlier
today, and someone stopped me and said, “You’re with the humane society, aren’t
you?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have no clue how she knew
that. Yup, that’s me – the crazy cat lady charging around town in the
bright red power wheelchair. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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my retirement, I’ve found the “job” I probably should have been doing all
along. I’m having way more fun now than I ever did while working for a
living. All because of SCA. There really is a silver lining…. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Thank you. Cheri. Thank you for your work at the Humane Society...and the reminder that we often need to here...that some good can come from a handicap. It depends largely on your outlook and attitude. I needed to read that...because sometimes I feel myself getting drawn into a self-focus mode that only sees what I have lost....seeing only my current limitations. But then, I count my blessings and re-focus on the possibilities before me.<br />
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Well, that's another profile. Until next time, my friends...JasonJason Wolferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00166891483667454943noreply@blogger.com1