From the article:
I was sitting in the wheelchair that I’d needed for the past four months when a physician concluded our appointment by getting on his knees, looking me straight in the eye and declaring, “You need to accept that you’ll never work again. You’re too sick.”
This is unbelievable, though a better word might be "reprehensible."
For someone to tell a patient who was still in the first year of ME/CFS that they will never work again is unconscionable.
Remember, this happened "thirty years ago," so it would have been in 1991, when the CDC knew virtually nothing about "chronic fatigue syndrome," was spending as little money as possible to find out more and was estimating that there were only 3 or 4 thousand cases in all of the United States.
It's so heinous that I wonder if the doctor might have been attempting "reverse psychology," hoping the patient would rise from her wheelchair, point a finger in his face and shout "I'll show you!"
But I don't give the doctor that much credit.
I remember when a doctor we'd never seen before came into my mother's hospital room and declared that she only had 3 months to live. She had liver cancer and I guess this guy had looked at her x-rays. We immediately went to another hospital and saw a specialist who was on the cutting edge of new treatments. My mom lived three and half more years and was there for the birth of her first grandchild.
One thing I've learned over the years is that you never let anyone take your hope away from you.
In the film
Lawrence of Arabia, when one of his men has been left behind on the burning desert, Lawrence is told not to go after him because "it has been written" that the man should die. When Lawrence later returns with the man, and both are half dead, his first parched words to the others are, "Nothing is written."