Supporters Like You

Read about supporters who are helping us improve the lives of persons affected by Ataxia.

Richard Jones

I specifically donate to NAF because in attending meetings in the past, I saw members who experience much greater difficulties than myself, and I feel it is my responsibility as a member of the Ataxia community to help.

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I also believe that I have a responsibility to help the human community. I do have a selfish reason that I contribute concerning my sons. My understanding of genetics is that both of my sons are at risk of inheriting my gene for Ataxia. In my lifetime there have been many advances in the understanding of Ataxia, and I wish this to continue, as it will benefit all those affected by Ataxia and future generations that could be affected. From someone who has Ataxia, thank you to all those people that help us.

Christie Alexander

Hello.  My name is Christie Alexander.  I have worked as an Early-Childhood educator for 21 years.  A few years ago, I was diagnosed with a rare disease called Olivopontocerebellar Atrophy (OPCA).  But wait, you may be thinking, “I thought this was a story about Ataxia?”  It is.

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Being given an incorrect/outdated diagnosis is part of my story.  After sharing a small version of my story on an Ataxia support group, I found that many people had the exact same story.  They were also given this same diagnosis.  After all, it shares the same exact symptoms, prognosis, and even brain scans as Ataxia.  So if your neurologist isn’t aware of Ataxia, they just may not know.  I’ll get in to how I was finally given the correct diagnosis of Ataxia in just a bit.


The Beginning

About 8-9 years ago, I started noticing a difference in my balance.  I have always been what you would consider clumsy, so falling or walking into the corners of walls was nothing new.  This just felt different.  I couldn’t even stand up to put my pants on anymore.  I do have a wonderful Primary Care Physician (PCP).  After listening to me describe my symptoms, he suggested that I try yoga for a year in order to improve my balance.  I thought that sounded fine, so I did.  After a year of doing yoga 3 times a week, my balance wasn’t improving.  In fact, it was getting worse.  This time, my PCP referred me to a neurologist.

At our first meeting, my neurologist watched me perform a series of tests- much like a field sobriety test.  Afterwards, she scheduled an MRI for me.  I was then diagnosed with OPCA.  She said according to my brain scans, I looked like a 60 year old woman with a history of a drinking problem.  I was 37.  

So, I’m going to get a little scientific on you for a moment only for those that may be reading this that aren’t familiar with Ataxia or OPCA.  Olivopontocerebellar atrophy (OPCA) is a term used for a progressive condition characterized by the degeneration of nerve cells (neurons) in specific areas of the brain. OPCA can be viewed as a finding of several diseases, and indicates a form of progressive Ataxia (abnormal or uncontrolled movements) distinguished by characteristic findings in brain imaging studies and at autopsy. The main symptom is clumsiness that slowly gets worse. Other symptoms may include problems with balance; speech or swallowing problems; difficulty walking; abnormal eye movements; muscle spasms; and neuropathy. There is no cure for OPCA, and management aims to treat symptoms and prevent complications.

To put it in layman’s terms, my disease makes me look like I’m drunk all of the time.  Yay. (Sounds exactly like Ataxia, right?)


Troubles at Work

At the time I was diagnosed, I was having many problems at my job. I had been a long time kindergarten teacher and had a very good reputation. As I started developing symptoms of this disease, I found myself losing the ability to write. That’s a very big ordeal for a kindergarten teacher. After teaching a handwriting lesson, I found myself telling my students, “just go and do it better than me.” I knew I needed a change so I started observing pre-k classes to see if it was something I would be interested in- and to see if I thought it would make a difference for me. There is a tremendous amount of writing that has to be done as a teacher- reports, conference forms, testing, etc… Pre-k was a different world and had none of that. There is plenty of teaching going on- just not with pencil and paper. There also had to be 2 teachers in each class at all times, which would help me with my disability.

Each summer, teachers take many classes for professional development. I will never forget August 10, 2016. It was one week before classes resumed and all of the kindergarten teachers met together because we were given an entirely new program to teach literacy. One week. I had to completely change the way I had taught for 15 years and learn it all in one week- oh, and I still had 3 days to decorate my classroom for the new school year. That was the day I had my first panic attack.

I am lucky to have a wonderful support system. My family knew immediately that something was wrong with me. They worked right alongside of me to get my classroom ready. My retired mom even spent the first week of school with me to do anything I needed, help with writing- and to force me to eat. I was already showing signs of depression or having a breakdown. I started losing weight, I spent every break I had from my students laying on my classroom floor, and every second at home in bed. After one crying session, my husband finally convinced me to see my doctor. That’s when I was diagnosed with severe anxiety so I started medication and therapy. I had to take an entire week off of school.

I confided my troubles with my principal and she promised to help me. I had a meeting with the director of Human Resources who said he felt sorry for me but there was nothing he could do. I kept fighting and was finally allowed to have another adult in the classroom with me to help with writing and anything else I needed. That felt like a small victory but it only made things worse. My co-workers didn’t understand what I was going through and started gossiping and alienating me. They felt like I was getting special treatment. And for what? To the outside world, I looked completely normal.

I brought my feelings to my principal and pleaded with her to let me move to a pre-k class the following year. She said she would, but didn’t. I was crushed. Little did I know that God had already set a plan in motion for me.


Women’s Conference

A few weeks after my breakdown, my church family had a weekend ladies conference. No one knew what I had been going through, but I was asked to share a personal story about a time I struggled in life and how God was using that to help others. They thought I would probably speak about a divorce I went through many years ago. Boy were they wrong. I spilled my guts to these women. I told them everything. I ended my talk by saying that I feel like I’m right in the middle of my story and I have no idea how God is going to use this to help others, but I know he will.

Afterwards, I had so many women talk to me privately about their struggle with depression or anxiety. Right then and there, I decided that I was going to try to make a change. Why is this subject matter considered “taboo?” Why did all of these women feel like they needed to talk to me in private? Every chance I get, I try to be an advocate for those with depression or anxiety. I try to talk about it as much as I can because we need to have these conversations. There is no shame at all in this and one day, my hope is that people realize it.



I kept stumbling and falling so my neurologist asked me to document each fall so I could see for myself how often they were happening. Long story short, within 1 year, I fell approximately 2 times per month and had 3 concussions.

It was obvious to my neurologist that I needed a cane but I had a hard time accepting it. The only thing that kept running through my head was that I was now going to be an old lady. She suggested googling canes and see if I could find some I liked. I actually did. I now have 5 canes in all different colors but in the same design. I like “bling” and they have rhinestones around the top. I even got my first cane monogrammed. I think in order for me to be “ok” with using a cane, I had to get some I wasn’t ashamed to carry around.

Not everyone saw it that way. I had to deal with hearing phrases like “you just want everyone to look at you” when, in fact, that was the last thing I wanted. You know what, you be you! If using a mobility aid that appeals to you will actually get you to use one, who cares what other people think? Your safety is what’s important.


Johns Hopkins Hospital

My uncle lives in Maryland and strongly urged me to come to Johns Hopkins Hospital to be checked out by an Ataxia specialist since there are no specialists in the diagnosis I had. I did and this doctor was fairly certain that I did have Ataxia but wanted to do a genetic test to be sure.

He was correct. I have Spinocerebellar Ataxia Type 2 (SCA2). It is hereditary. I discovered that my grandmother had it as did her father. My father 100% has it but is not showing symptoms. My family on my father’s side is in the process of getting tested. My brother’s results came back-negative! That means none of his 4 beautiful children will have this. In Ataxia, once the chain is broken, it remains broken forever.

I am actually thankful for this “new” diagnosis. Only because you can research more about it and there are online support groups on Facebook. It’s wonderful to be able to connect with others who know exactly what you are going through. I didn’t have this before. I also try to use this as a platform to bring positivity in the lives of people who are sad, depressed, or just need someone to talk to. I’ve been there and come through the other side. It will get better. Your body might not, but it’s all how you chose to look at things.


Change at Work

Remember how I said earlier that God was already at work for me? The next school year, we had a new principal. I continue to see a therapist and that has helped me to find my voice and stand up for myself. I printed off pages that explain what SCA2 is, got a letter from my neurologist stating that I should be moved to pre-k, and left it on her desk. I have worked with this principal for 4 years and this is what she had done for me:

  • I teach pre-k
  • I wear tennis-shoes every day (to prevent falls)
  • I wear scrubs or jeans daily

This upcoming school year, I will have a 504 plan which gives me a personal para-professional. Basically, she is an extension of me. She will write, do anything fine motor that I can’t, get to students quickly at recess, etc… I am very excited to see how this works out.


I’m Doing the Best that I Can

My life is far from perfect! Teaching pre-k is exhausting. There are many days where I come home at 3:30 and sleep until my husband wakes me to eat dinner, then I go back to sleep again only to do it all again the next day. I’m just trying so hard not to go on disability. I only have 7 more years. I really love what I do and don’t want to stop. I’m truly lucky to have a great support system.

One thing I had to stop wearing around the house is regular socks. If you are in the beginning stages of Ataxia, stop now! Either go barefoot or make sure your socks/slippers have those non-skid dots on them. Every move I make in my house has to be purposeful since I don’t use my cane inside. Each step I take is slow, my stance is wide, and if there is something to hold on to like a counter or the back of the couch, I use it. If I ever have to pick something up from the floor, I hold on to something and bend with my knees not my back. Never bend over head first- I will just keep going until I fall.


Just Keep Swimming, Just Keep Swimming

Any doctor will tell you that working out in water is best for people who are unable to move “normally” on land. I’m not a big swimmer but heard that if you are just moving in the water, you are getting resistance. I tried it for a few weeks and found that I had no problems running, hopping or skipping in water so I decided to take an Aqua Zumba class. I was on the dance team in high school and thought it sounded like fun. WOW! During my first class, I had a silly grin on my face the entire time. That was 2 years ago. This is a wonderful way to relieve stress, stay fit and have fun!


Coming to Peace

Since being diagnosed with Ataxia, I do anything and everything I can to bring awareness- not on a grand scale. Maybe one day I will have that opportunity. I do little things like always wearing Ataxia or rare disease t-shirts. I also have a rare disease tattoo that prompts questions and I am more than happy to answer them. I already have an Ataxia specific tattoo for my next one; whenever that will be.

Back when I was diagnosed with OPCA, I searched for a local support group with no luck so I decided to create one of my own. This monthly support group, called Share Your Rare, is for any person with a rare disease and their caregiver because there are so many different rare diseases out there with no support. I feel like we can support each other. We have been meeting for 5 years.

I also give back to the Miss America Scholarship System. During college, I had the honor of representing local cities in the Miss Arkansas Pageant 4 different times. Now, I volunteer as a contestant chaperone during the week of competition. This also gives me a chance to spread the word about Ataxia because the contestants always ask about it. I also give a scholarship called “Don’t Limit Me” to a contestant who either has overcome something great in her life or has worked with people with disabilities (I like to change it up so the contestants don’t know who will earn it). This scholarship program gives the most money to women in America and I am proud to be a small part of it.

I believe I have Ataxia for a reason. Why? I don’t know. But I have it and there’s nothing I can do to stop it so I am going to make the best of it while I can. Whether it be raising awareness or helping others with a rare disease. Count me in.

Christie Alexander

From someone who has Ataxia, thank you to all those people that help us.”

-Richard Jones, NAF Member and Supporter

Ewa Blonska

Ewa Blonska

Hi! My name is Ewa 🙂 I live in a beautiful and green country – Poland. I am a recently diagnosed person whose story is probably quite unique, because almost anyone is diagnosed without having symptoms. I didn’t have any signs of Ataxia, but quite a few people have Ataxia

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Hi! My name is Ewa 🙂 I live in a beautiful and green country – Poland.

I am a recently diagnosed person whose story is probably quite unique, because almost anyone is diagnosed without having symptoms. I didn’t have any signs of Ataxia, but quite a few people have Ataxia in my family and I just wanted to know. And I think it’s good that I found out, because in the last few years I just started taking care of myself more.
Unfortunately, there is no cure for Ataxia yet, but there are some advice that come down to one thing – lead a healthy life. Eat healthy food, exercise, take supplements, try to live a stress-free life – these are the ideal guidelines that we should follow. And hope the drug comes out soon.

Of course, this is not easy. Sometimes you want to drop everything and cry “why me ?!” I understand it and I have it too. And I have no advice for such situations. I guess you have to wait and allow yourself to cry too. Sometimes we just need it.

Living with a diagnosis of Ataxia and with Ataxia itself is extremely difficult, and it is best understood by those who have it on a daily basis. On the other hand, the sight of so many people involved, still looking for joy and solutions, gives me a great hope that we will be able to get out of this together.”

-Ewa Blonska
Despite the Ataxia that affects me slightly, I want to be an active person. I am a graphic artist and I still draw, although everything is going much slower. I love the world of the Internet – I have an account on YouTube, I have an online store and I even have a blog – – where I try to describe my everyday life with Ataxia, answer certain doubts and share various discoveries. And I invite you too see that blog and to like my FB page:

I am so lucky that despite living far away, I have someone to talk to about ataxia and with whom to share my fears. It seems to me that this is the most important – support in others. I think it’s worth being honest with yourself and others.

If you don’t have anyone close to you, you can always take advantage of a webinar hosted by various organizations – such as NAF – and find out that you are not alone!

Seth Johnson

I am 41 years old and currently live in Ashland, VA. I have SCA2. My Mom, Aunt, Grandfather and cousin all have or have had it as well. I started to feel off earlier this year and knew what to get tested for because of my Mom. I can still trail run, ride a bike and work. But I have to admit they are getting more challenging.

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I have found a lot of hope in joining the Ataxia community and look forward to the weekly webinars and meetings. I have also found that staying active and PT helps me both physically and mentally.

The best thing about this new diagnosis for me is the ability to focus on the things that really matter like family and friends.

I will continue to try and help with any studies I can and fundraising.

I still get down about my new situation but I just have to remember to think around the problem and find comfort in all the good that I have in my life.

Seth Johnson

“The best thing about this new diagnosis for me is the ability to focus on the things that really matter like family and friends. I will continue to try and help with any studies I can and fundraising.”



-Seth Johnson, NAF Supporter

Mary M

Mary M.

Most of my career I lived in Texas and worked as a secretary.  After I retired, I moved to Maryland to be closer to relatives.  I’m so grateful that I didn’t have ataxia when I was working.  Here’s my story.  In 2009, I began having trouble swallowing.  Sometimes food would slide down my throat when I wasn’t swallowing and sometimes I couldn’t swallow at all.

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I went to my ENT who sent me for a modified barium swallow x-ray with a speech pathologist there during the test.  It showed that my swallow muscles had gotten a bit weak, but my ENT didn’t know why.  For five years, that was my only symptom.   

In 2014, my body began wobbling on its own.  No one could see it, but I could feel it.  I went to my Internist who sent me to a Neurologist.  Over the course of several months, the Neurologist gave me some tests in her office.  My symptoms didn’t fit with any of the major movement disorders.  During my last appointment with her, she pulled out a thick book and said “this book is full of rare neurological disorders – hundreds of them.  I can’t test you for all of them.”  I understood what she was saying, but I still felt a bit sad that I didn’t get a diagnosis.   

I went back to my Internist who, by then, could see me wobbling, and she sent me to a Neurologist who specialized in movement disorders.  He did several tests in his office and also sent me for a brain MRI.  I saw him three times over an 8-month period.  In early 2016, at the end of the third appointment, he said “I think you have Ataxia.”  I had never heard of Ataxia, so when I got home, I looked it up on the Internet.  I was stunned and scared as I read about it.   

At my next appointment with my Internist, I told her what the movement disorder specialist said.  She said she had a few other patients with Ataxia who went to Johns Hopkins Ataxia Clinic and she suggested that I go there too, so I did.  

The Neurologist I saw at Johns Hopkins Ataxia Clinic also did a very thorough assessment.  She said she thought I had Idiopathic Late Onset Cerebellar Ataxia, but couldn’t rule out Multiple System Atrophy because of my age when the symptoms began (age 62).  When I got home from that appointment, I looked up MSA online and quickly realized that that was a more challenging diagnosis than Ataxia.  Thankfully, every time I go back to her, she says it’s less and less likely that I have MSA.   

I’ve had several blood tests looking for an acquired Ataxia, but they’ve all been normal so far.  And nothing has shown up on my genetic tests, so my doctors and I still believe I have an acquired Ataxia.   

I’ve been going to Johns Hopkins Ataxia Clinic for about four years now.  I joined their Ataxia Support Group and go to a few meetings every year.  Now during the pandemic, the meetings are virtual, and it’s wonderful to connect with my friends that way, too.    

My Johns Hopkins’ Neurologist recommended PT and OT, which I did, and both of those therapies helped me enormously.  I still exercise at home about four days a week.  Other things that help me are meditating, talking with a therapist, and pacing myself so I don’t get overly tired.  I occasionally allow myself to grieve my former abilities for a while; then I get right back up and start doing my daily tasks.  My favorite hobby is photography, which has gotten more challenging as my wobbling has gotten worse, so I take a lot of photos and delete the blurry ones.  Having a hobby distracts me in a healthy way from my condition. 

I get inspired reading stories of how other people with Ataxia are managing their lives, and listening to friends and relatives who also have serious health conditions, and learning how they keep joy in their lives.  And I want to keep joy in mine. 


Mary M. 

Norman Heryford

I have Ataxia and encephalitis; Spinocerebellar Atrophy (SCA) was “identified” from a MRI in 1990. The SCA is an evolving situation, from stumbling, to walker, to wheelchair. I’ve been housebound for many years (the COVID virus doesn’t seem a big deal). Some think Agent Orange is the cause and other doctors think the problem is hereditary (I say ‘why not both’).

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I do some exercise-program and my wife fixes very nutritious meals. I move around with my electric wheelchair and the electric scooter. I’m seventy years-old; life is different but no big problem. It is progressive and has no cure; why not just live with the SCA and enjoy what you can.

About Norman

Norman Heryford was born in Redding, CA, and raised in Weaverville in northern CA. He worked for the Smithsonian Institution, the U.S. Army as an Entomologist, and the U.S. Forest Service as a Timber Technologist.

Seth Johnson

I get inspired reading stories of how other people with Ataxia are managing their lives, and listening to friends and relatives who also have serious health conditions, and learning how they keep joy in their lives.  And I want to keep joy in mine.”


-Mary M., NAF Supporter

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