A lovely woman I used to work with saw me wince as I tried to close a door. She asked all the usual, polite questions – was I okay, had I been injured – to which I replied that my shoulder was just inflamed, as all my joints were wont to do. No big deal; I was coping. A few more delicately presented but probing enquiries led me to explain that I had pretty much given up on getting any help from my GP: Osteopathy, yoga, and the Endometriosis diet were holding my body together, despite all the pain. She then told how all of her mother’s symptoms were dismissed as being related to old age, so she decided to keep a pain diary. Lo and behold, a pattern emerged, and her doctor could no longer continue to ignore Continue reading “The Uphill Struggle For A Diagnosis Part 1”
Even someone who has been living with illness for a significant amount of time may discover that a person close to them has never truly understood what daily living feels like for the one who’s suffering. Continue reading What’s the deal with all the spoons?