I
breathed in and out and sat down waiting once again for another doctor. And
then she came in.
I'd like to say that I heard angel's
singing or saw an aura of white around her but I didn't. I was sitting there
ready for another round of "Let's guess what Beth is experiencing?"
At first it started like all the
others."You
sure have a long list of ongoing symptoms here."(Snicker from doctor.) "I don't know what to tell
you."(She didn't know where to begin.)"All
your tests have come back normal."
She pored over my three-inch-thick
pile of doctor's notes from all of the specialists I had been seeing while
trying to chase down what I had.
She circled certain symptoms and
then took off her glasses.
"What is it that you want to
hear?"
No one had asked me that before. I
thought for a moment and then began to cry from relief. She was listening.
"I just want a diagnosis. I
want to be told that this is something that is physical and not just brushed
off that it's stress."
She looked me over. "What do
you do for a living?"
"I'm a positive thought author
and speaker."
She laughed aloud. "You're a positive thought author? How
are you staying positive through all this?"
My husband interrupted. "She
does, even through her tears." My heart swelled as I fell in love with him
again. He had my pain-filled back.
She rattled off some tests they
would be doing. "We're going to connect you to some probes that will read
your brain activity and we are also going to rule out Lupus. We're going to
check your muscles and a few other things. Are you up for that?" I
nodded, knowing that it didn't matter as long as there was the possibility of
an answer.
"Could you hop up on the table
please?"
"She can't hop anymore,"
my husband grinned. I walked over and did my best to get up on the table. She checked my reflexes and found that I
couldn't extend my foot.
"Anyone ever check this?"
"Nope," I said. My
confidence was rising. Finally someone
checked something that hurt. She
checked my elbows, neck, and knees. I
jumped through the roof.
"I barely touched you. Has
anyone checked this before?" She
had a look in her eye like she actually might know what was going on.
I smiled. "No, but it hurts."
"So I think I know what's wrong
with you."
That is when the angel chorus went
into high gear. Someone might have an answer?
She believes me!!
"I think you have
Fibromyalgia."
She took my symptom checklist and
ticked them off.
"Let's do the testing for all
the things it could be and then we'll say for sure."
I went in for my brain wave test
which really wasn't a bad experience. They put gel in my hair and placed probes
on my sleep deprived head to read the rhythm of my brain. I fell asleep on the table and even got a
nice new hairdo―gel and all―out of the deal.
We went back to her office.
"Everything looks pretty
normal. You do have an unusual rhythm to
the brain but that's not really a problem."
"Okay! That explains it,"
my husband teased.
"So I'm going to give you what
you want. Here's a diagnosis..."
What I'd been waiting for was about
to happen. Someone understood, someone believes me, someone is going to make it
all go away.
"You have Fibromyalgia. It
isn't curable at the moment. We can only treat the symptoms. It's not life threatening even though it
feels that way. It's possible that it is
located in the central nervous system.
Your body is saying that it is in pain when it isn't supposed to but
still we're not quite sure why it happens.
"There are many theories as to
what causes Fibromyalgia and what it actually is. We're researching and trying to figure out what
it is but it's all speculation right now. Some don't believe that it's even a
disorder but we're finding that it's a real physical condition.
"It's considered a syndrome
because there are only symptoms involved.
I believe it will be considered a disease not too far down the road. Not
every FM patient has the same symptoms.
Some have just a few that are a mild annoyance, and some have more
severe ones like you have.
"There are some things you can
do but it's really going to be trial and error since every patient with FM is
different. So let's start with this."
She handed me a prescription.
"YAY! I have something. It
isn't all in my mind. I mean . . .
what? Not curable? Don't really know why it happens? Only speculation? No miracle pill?"
So I got what I wanted, a diagnosis.
I had Fibromyalgia. I had the sniffing, sneezing, coughing, aching so
you can't rest disorder and you wouldn't believe what I was going to have to do
in order to get my life back. It was
like an animal, sometimes predictable and sometimes unpredictable, but you are
always on the alert just in case it decides to bite.