When Western Medicine Fails
Last month, my doctor told me, “Western medicine has failed you.”
But, I don’t buy it.
I can’t believe that in this day and age, western medicine failed me. It is not over yet. I’ve been to many specialists over the past six months. Each of which may have a piece of the puzzle, but none are willing to commit. Each one shakes my hand, shakes his head, and says, “I’m sorry I can’t help”. Off to another specialist.
I never knew what a struggle it would be to get a diagnosis–and, for that matter, what a struggle it would be to get treatment for debilitating symptoms. As a nurse, I thought I might have an easier time navigating the system–and I’m amazed that after 7 months, I still can’t figure it out.
I read an article recently about a woman who was sick for 10 years before she got a full diagnosis. I feel like I could have written that article. It was so similar to my story. I couldn’t help but wonder how many doctors told her western medicine had failed her.
On the bright side, I finally feel like I’ve fallen into the hands of the right specialists. My cardiologist is a life saver. He assures me that we will get to the bottom of it–and if we don’t, he is here in hunt until I make progress. A new neurologist who may have found an autoimmune disorder that explains all my symptoms from the past 7 months. And an endocrinologist who is willing to help as well.
And so I press on. Because I know western medicine has not failed me yet. All it takes is the right test, the right doctor, and a little patience.