Trying to see things the way my mom used to, back before I got my medical diagnoses confirmed shortly before my eleventh birthday, was like looking into a totally distorted funhouse mirror. She thought my body was healthy and my anxiety was the cause of all my health issues.
My mom always fights for me no matter what, anyway, to make sure I’m doing ok. She would even stand her ground with the nurse and the doctors if she didn’t think they were right. After the elevator episode, she never left my side.
I’d had a weekly blood test to check my electrolytes that Dr. Monroe, my pediatrician kept warning me were “circling the drain”. Dr. Monroe wanted to blame it on an eating disorder. She was doing weekly bloodwork. It just kept looking worse and worse due to my intense vomiting, … Find Out What Happens Next