heyatleastitsnotcancer:

chronicallybadass:

indigoandproud:

swoony-spoonie:

Doctor:

“So how have you been?”

Me: *Stares at Mother*

This is actually something that needs to be addressed. I know that everyone’s family/living situation is different but in my case, my mother takes care of me the majority of the time. What doctors DON’T seem to understand and DO seem to get really upset over is that when I look to my mother for an answer to a question during an appointment it’s because SHE is the one that takes care of me, on bad days and bad nights, SHE sees my progress and my setbacks, SHE is the one that observes my reactions and coping skills, SHE is there when my memory is not. When I look to my mother it’s because I know that I don’t have the answer and I know that SHE does. I’m NOT trying to trick anyone I’m just trying to survive these diseases, syndromes, symptoms, and conditions. And without my mother I wouldn’t have.

This is exactly it, but with my husband. He sees me at my best and worst and stands up for me when the doctors brush me off.

This is exactly right. My mother is there when my brain is not. I even look to her in conversations when my memory is bad. She helps with the things I can’t control. And is amazing for doing so. The downside is doctors don’t take you seriously when you do speak.