Whenever I feel like I’m being overly cautious, I remember this experience. In some ways traumatic and in other ways triumphant, this memory reminds me of my power as well as my responsibility to myself.
When I was first very ill, the first time I became bedbound, I went to the doctor with my mom to search for answers. One of my most concerning symptoms at the time was pain associated with eating and digestion as I was losing weight quickly.
My doctor prescribed me what sounded like a simple medication for my stomach and I asked him my usual questions about side effects and other expectations.Read more on themighty.com