At that time, I just clung to God and hoped that the nightmare would end. Fortunately, I counted on my family. By the grace of God I walked again two months after the attack and resumed my life. I am a miracle of God. I had sensory and urinary sequelae (overactive bladder). Today I have pains in the neck and joints of the hands and paresthesias in the extremities, but I am alive and today, I can tell my testimony. Three neurologists said that my diagnosis was multiple sclerosis. In fact, I started the days following the attack with interferon; however, I began to suffer from strange paralysis that made me writhe and stop my breathing for forty seconds. I almost did not get out of the last crisis. I was terrified to think that for a month I had the wrong diagnosis.
Fortunately, today I am stable with Rituximab. It’s been three years since that episode, and I’m still fine (no relapses). I do not know how long God will give me life, but I hope it will be for many more years. I have hope in new treatments for NMOSD. I have hope in God, and I know that this generation will see a cure for this devastating autoimmune disease.