Another great blog post.
It reminds me of an English lady I met about 15 years ago.
She was living in Africa in the 80s and started experiencing weird symptoms. Eventually she saw a young African doctor who had finished training in London a couple of years before. He told her he thought she had MS, that they didn't really have the facilities or a healthcare system in Africa that was advanced enough & recommended she & her husband consider returning to the UK.
They & their young family uprooted themselves and returned to the UK. She registered with her local GP who ran some routine blood tests and then told her there was nothing physically wrong with her.
He referred her to a psychiatrist who prescribed anti depressants. Unfortunately, whether it was the dose or type or whatever, her mood was left very flat and bleak. She was left like a robot without emotions.
She was a pianist but could no longer play because she literally felt no connection or reaction to.music at all. She couldn't even connect with her children.
Well over a decade passed before she was finally diagnosed with MS. She was already quite badly affected and finally she was weaned off the anti depressants.
As far as she was concerned it was all too late. She had no close relationships, even with her own children because she had felt nothing for them & was very distant with them in the years they were growing up. Her husband had only stuck around out of a sense of duty.
She didn't feel angry or bitter about MS, she was angry and bitter about the "treatment" that robbed her of the reasonable decade or so she might otherwise have had, that robbed her of everything important in her life.