Answers
It's more than I hoped for.
After all this time, they've found something. There's a reason. An answer. And finally, a diagnosis, firmly cemented by the highest professional in the field.
The woman says the result doesn't give me anything doesn't change anything. But it does.
It gives me relief, that it's not my fault. Or God's. It gives me clarity, knowing what I'm up against. It gives me more understanding, knowing it was genetic after all. And it gives me hope, with promises of treatments down the line.
With tears, I thank her. I'm not an enigma after all.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: Moorfields
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Frenchie about 2 years ago
I like diagnosis. They enable to finially put a name, a a plan of action to something that was only a question mark.
I like your drabble. Full of hope. <3 -
VerityAlways about 2 years ago
Glad to hear, Sarah!
I so agree with Frenchie. -
Sarah Oakes about 2 years ago
Thank you. Its been a long four year battle to get them to give me an answer, and glad its finally over. Just wonderful to actually be heard and seen by them, instead of being an enigma. Bit exhausted and overwhelmed, but it's worth it.
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Christopher about 2 years ago
I'm glad you finally have the answers you sought and hope for the future. God bless you, Sarah.
