“Wow, yes!” I manically typed a reply. I could almost hear the strong liverpuddlian accent of T’s voice asking me. Wow…me? An ambassador?! For NMO UK charity. For staffordshire. Wowwwww.

So much happened around this time. Life suddenly went from 1st gear in a 1.2 litre car, to 6th gear in a 2 litre engine car. This chapter was originally was going to be titled “it’s life Jim, but not as we know it”, but life picked up pace so fast, life became life.

I was in a play in the summer with my drama group-a comedy, and also during this time I was offered a job. A full time job. A proper grown up full time job. Nothing like I had ever done before, who were fully aware of NMO, my “disability”, health and all it entails. I was suddenly going to be catapulted into the un known-from not working for over 2 years to full time.

To say I was apprehensive-yes. Nervous… You see folks, I don’t really do nervous anymore….lets face it. I survived MRI scans, evoked visual eye potentials, and spinal fluid being drained from my spine.

“You’ll be fine” Chris said.

As I parked my car and walked to the doors….ok fine, then I felt nervous.


4 1/2 weeks of training here we go…little did I know, I was just about to start an extremeley exciting chapter of my life, and meet some most awesome people.

“Hi I’m Jane, I was a nursery manager, I have a 3 year old son, I haven’t worked for a while….errr I have NMO…I like am dram….and I write a blog”.

“Thanks Jane-NMO? ” “ERRR yes….neuro myeltis optica…errr I learnt to walk again….”

“Oh…wow…and now you’re here”

“Errr yes…!”

“Well. Wow-welcome”

“Thanks” as my palms sweated, as I flushed, drinking water.

“Right, who’s next”

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