What on Earth is going on in some doctors surgeries?
This doesn’t make any sense to me.
If I went to my doctor now with the list of my symptoms, all from me having Multiple Sclerosis, I would have to make about 15 different appointments, and I would probably still not be diagnosed with MS! As every symptom taken on its own doesn’t add up to anything in particular. But put them all together and a a very clear picture emerges.
Now I’m mentioning this because I have a patient at the moment who is showing many MS symptoms, but she’s having a nightmare trying to get the medical world to listen to her.
Now I’m not a doctor, I’m not medical in anyway and I don’t diagnose. But when a patient, who is also a friend is in trouble, showing many of my symptoms and I know she knows what her symptoms could mean, I feel helpless.
The spiritual healing she is receiving is helping her, she leaves my home feeling a different (happy) person, but then her muddled life crowds back in on her again.
I felt so helpless last week.
A few years ago I told her about the problems I used to have when I went to a dentist. I have had one or two horrendous experiences with dentists, due to being laid back to far in a dentist chair. I have had Laryngospasm’s in the past. A drop of water can cause this, or an intake of breath the wrong way. Unless you have experienced this yourself you will never know how fighteneing this is when it’s happening. It’s sometime called dry drowning’. So no water at the back of my throat please, or I will panic.
Anyway, she knew all about my problem.
Well, bless her. She had the same experience herself just last week. She’s now terrified to go back to the dentist and I’ve got to be honest, I don’t blame her.
Fortunatly a semiretired doctor at her surgery has organised for her to see a speech and swallowing specialist and I’m secretly hopping they will find she does indeed have a problem and then perhaps someone will allow her to have an MRI scan of her brain.
Each time she sees a different doctor and she tries to tell them about the fact she has numerous symptoms, they tell her, sorry you can only talk about one. How crazy is that. I’ve even suggested to her that she takes a hand written list of all of her symptoms, but I don’t know if any of the doctors at the surgery would read it.
If that had been me in 1980, I might never have got a diagnosis, I might never have had the MRI scans and I might still think I have ‘green slime disease.’ (You need to read my first book to get that one.)
I just hope and pray that one day she will be given an MRI scan and then she might find out once and for all if she does have MS. Instead of her worry herself silly, not knowing what’s wrong.
Blessings always to everyone.