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Living with a chronic illness is a challenge at best. If the illness is devastating but not recognized by the medical establishment, convincing ourselves life is worth living becomes an uphill battle.
In the year 2000, I was diagnosed with a chronic illness that presented as a drop-dead flu. I’d been symptomatic since in the 1980s, but early on, flareups were few and far between. Innumerable doctor visits always produced tests with negative results. Over time, symptoms increased in severity and duration until they became immobilizing and constant in 1999.
I knew my doctors thought I was malingering. I felt invalidated yet knew damn well something was wrong. I lived in fear of a dreaded disease not being detected in time to be treated. Simultaneously, I wasn’t sure I wanted to live. By 1999 I was nearly bedridden; in debilitating pain; overwhelmed by fatigue; suffering…
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Thank you, dear Kate. Your support and understanding mean so much to me 💕
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Aww Tina that’s so nice xxxx
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An interesting story of one woman’s plan to deal with debilitating illness. Useful advice for others in similar circumstances.
Best wishes, Pete.
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certainly is thanks Pete
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Thanks so much, Pete xx
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Lovely to see Tina’s beautiful post here Kate. ❤
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Thank you, Deb ❤
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❤ Welcome T. xo
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Thanks Debs xxx
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