After 17 years of looking for a cause of all my health issues, I got the Bartonella verdict this summer.
On one hand I felt so releaved that I got that confirmation of my illness - I could have huged my doctor. Then I got soooo angry (still am), for all the lost years, at all those doctors just not even listening, not doing any effort at all. Then the treatment... soooooo hard... emotionally... Personally, for me harder than the cancer I had to battle at the age of 16 - probably cause back then I was still young (not that I'm old now, 33), had more energy, was ignorant about being ill.
But this makes it so much harder to carry: the ignorance of people, they just don't care. I don't look ill (well, I do, but they don't even bother to see it), so for them I can't be ill... No difference with the cancer, most of the people just don't care. Sounds harsh, but on the other hand, at the end we all have to do 'it' ourselves.
But that won't take away the 'pain' and the lonelines...
I wish all of you a lot of strenghth, we'll manage, and we're not alone