We long for a diagnosis. We long for a name for this debilitating condition. We long for a clue as to what it is that is taking her from us. We long for a doctor who can help her.
Update on me
I'm mad.
I'm mad that no one can figure this out.
I'm mad that no one seems to want to figure this out.
I'm mad that these doctors, these professionals, don't seem to care that this 57 year old woman is not the person she was just a few months ago.
I'm mad that my mom can't play with her grandchildren.
I'm mad that my mom can't cook.
I'm mad that my mom can't walk from her bedroom to the bathroom without being out of breath.
I'm mad that my mom can't enjoy her simple country life with my dad.
I'm mad that my mom might be losing hope.
Most of all, I'm mad that I can't do more for her.
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