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Dear doctor,

I am the patient who entered the workplace and posed a tough case to solve. I came for you with several debilitating symptoms, and small to show on lab work. I am the patient who inquired, with despair, for the help. My appearance made it hard for you to know my complaints; I was young, appeared to be in form, and my physical examination was largely normal.

I am the patient that you may have classified as a hypochondriac. You may have suggested I had and was deconditioned to exercise. You may have conducted some lab work, and sent on my method. Maybe you provided a script to get a pain medication and thought I’d had  .

You watched a young woman, fighting her way through graduate school, clearly worried about what had been happening to her own body. You noticed my lab job was normal, and again, and again, and you told me how lucky I was that it was not something “bad”

You did not see the tears which covered my face as I wondered how I’d go on in a body so feeble. You did not see I was not able to walk around the food shop, and you did not see that the myoclonic seizures I tried to explain for youpersonally, as I was sleeping at night.

I did the best I could to get through for you. I tried to relay my story satisfactorily, without seeming too overly concerned that you would write me off. It’s bothering I needed to be worried about that. There’s not any reason young girls should not be taken as seriously as men.

Thirteen decades of seeing physicians passed, and that I pushed on the top I knew how.   Believe me, I never stopped searching for a physician to crack my hard case.   Graduate school, marriage, two children afterwards, and my body ultimately gave into the disorder that has been growing inside of me.   When I finally discovered the words multiple sclerosis, I was dumbfounded, fearful, and alleviated.

So, doctor, another time a young, healthy-looking woman enters your workplace with a tricky situation and severe symptoms, please give her a little additional thought. Tell her you think her and take her story seriously. You just can help her prevent a torturous decade of becoming without therapy. You just may be able to save your own life.

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