In 1997 my diagnosis finally came – not as a shock – but as a confirmation.
A couple of years ago I blogged about my saga in successive posts, called:
And now? All is (pretty) great, the symptoms are under control, and I can’t complain about a thing. As long as I can walk, talk, and type, the sky is (sometimes) blue, the U.S. (sometimes) has a sane/fab president, we have a sane ‘n’ sexy PM… 20 years on, LIFE IS GOOD!