Monday, November 19, 2012

Day 19

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.

1 comment:

Shulammite said...

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!