My Lyme Doc

I, Dr. Diane, know firsthand what it is like to be misdiagnosed, underdiagnosed, and told that everything is fine when it most certainly is not. At one point in my medical history, I thought I might be dying. I was considering finding a small island where I could live cheaply and peacefully on a beach while I lived out the remainder of my life. During this time, while part of me feared that I might be dying, another part of me was questioning if what I was experiencing was even real. On the one hand, I was making end-of-life plans because I knew so strongly that what I was experiencing was real and that the pain was so intense, while on the other hand, I found myself doubting my own sensations and inner knowing. Sometimes I would question myself and think my intense pain and suffering was just in my head. I would sometimes ask myself; does everyone feel this way? After all, I did look fine from the outside. I had some bags around my eyes from fatigue, but other than that, no one would know from the exterior that I was having problems. Since all of my conventional lab tests were mostly normal, I did not talk about my problems to many people. I was isolated and alone. My family did not know the way I was struggling. I stopped visiting them as often. I simply could not handle the noise and the travel, as it would set me back for weeks afterwards. My family is full of kind and loving people. They are also LOUD people. Because of what turned out to be my neural sensitivity, I would come home from visiting them and my ears would ring for days afterwards. This...