Today, I'm deeply grateful for my diagnosis.
Not for the illness itself (although that has its gifts as well) but for the simple knowing of why I spent years feeling sick, sore, and bone deep tired.
The diagnosis itself was disheartening: there are no cures for autoimmune disorders, and even the known treatments can only improve symptoms, not clear them up.But after literally decades of thinking I was lazy or over-sensitive or God knows what, at least now I have a name to put on the problem.
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Amen. I don't have an autoimmune disease, but I do struggle with chronic pain / fatigue which is turning out to be incurable. Being able to put a name to my problem was more than half the battle when it came to getting over all that negativity I felt about being lazy and antisocial.
A lot of healthy people think I'm nuts to think of having a chronic, incurable condition as a gift. So, I'm glad to have come across your blog (via my sister, who I think knows you). You do a much better job of putting words to these things than I do, so thanks!
Courage!
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