“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

small hiccuping sobs. My father stared at the floor. Thomas wouldn’t look at me.

“Treatment will be aggressive,” Dr. Harrison continued. “Daily medications. Monthly infusions. Regular monitoring. She will need support.”

Support. The word landed in my chest like an insult, because I’d begged for it in a thousand ways and been laughed at.

My mother wiped continue reading …