I have a form of cystic fibrosis. Last I checked, the condition accounts for a third of all adult lung transplants in the US and half of all pediatric lung transplants in the US.
I was diagnosed late in life with a relatively mild form of it. "The normal progression of CF" is a standard phrase in the CF community and its purpose is to tell patients to quit their bitching and accept that their steadily declining health is a NORMAL for people stupid enough to be born with this genetic disorder.
Having been diagnosed late in life, etc etc, I found my diagnosis very empowering and began getting better. My doctor expressed zero curiosity about how that was helping and simply scheduled me fewer appointments because "he had patients that actually needed him."
I used to have a hole in my left lung. I don't anymore.
I used to be a lot more open about my medical situation on HN under my previous handle of Mz. I've toned it down a lot because I get so much utter and complete bullshit from people who absolutely refuse to believe that I could possibly know anything medically significant.
I've had a really fucking bad day. I'm sick to death of a long list of things. I don't plan to continue to argue this on HN.
I'm right. I know I'm right. I know there are people who know I am not making this shit up.
But I'm likely to die on the fucking streets because the entire world is hellbent on believing "A former homemaker cannot possibly know fuck all that's medically useful, and we do NOT care that her life depended on it. LA LA LA NOT LISTENING."
Goodnight HN.