An excerpt from Dizzy: A Memoir.
Two days later, in the nurse practitioner’s office, she said, “Here, take a look at the X-ray.” On the backlit screen, she hung up the butterfly image of my torso and I wanted to yank it down immediately. I had always been so strong, so independent, and here was proof that I was nothing but whispery, small bones, the rest of my body fading …
When doctors don’t believe you, you’re on your own
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