After my diagnosis in graduate school, it took a little while for me to come back into myself. I’d been a quarter of the way through my life when I started getting strange symptoms and discomfort.
When the doctors first shared, I experienced a myriad of emotions. I was filled with questions — lots of “what-ifs?” and “what nows?” I worried about my life and how it would change in the weeks, months and years to come.
I considered that it was certainly possible that the doctors could have had it all wrong. I came up with pretty much every excuse in the book.
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