Finally, after more than a year (that we know of) of being sick with an unknown illness, at least 20 E.R visits, too-many-to-count doctor's appointments and a week in the hospital, I got a diagnosis. I'll have this disease for the rest of my life, and I'll have to tak medications every day, but at least I have a name for it. At least I'll understand why my ankles are too sore and swollen to stand, or why it hurts my entire body when I eat. At least I know, and at least the medications help take away the pain. Thankfully I have some great doctor's helping me out. They're all very understanding and friendly, I'd be scared shitless without them and their support. Thanks to all the doctors and nurses and specialist and all those other people that helped me out at mcmaster children's hospital. In case any of you ever read this, though I doubt you will, how wonderful you guys are made the week that I was there way better than it could have been. You're an amazing group of people, don't ever stop.
