The loudest cry is the silent scream...can you hear it?

Everyday there is yet another doctor shrugging their shoulders and saying, "Sorry...we can't help you!". The patient is typically a young lady who only 12 months ago was quite healthy and doing really well. Passionate about life and making the most of it! But today, she is a shadow of herself...she can't quite explain to the doctor all that she is experiencing...it's just not that easy to explain. It hurts. It pinches. It drains. It's her body turning against her and now all she does is sleep! She knows she has things to do...but they keep piling up. She tries her best but just getting dressed is tiresome enough! She can't eat. She can't sleep. Her eyes hurt...it's the sun...it is too bright...oh...and that smell...where is that coming from? Everything about her is sensitive. The doctor listens but is now looking at the clock. Time is up! "I'm sorry...we don't know much about CFS...try and eat healthy foods...try not to do too much. Call me if it gets worse." And she quietly shuffles out of the doctor's surgery and stares blankly to those in the waiting room. Speechless. She looks to find where she has to go next...she can see the door but she knows that she cannot walk outside...there is something she has to do...but what is it? The receptionist tries to get her attention. She smiles at her. Finally, the CFS patient motions towards her and asks, "Do I need to do anything else?". The receptionist gives her the bill to sign and says, "It's OK. I'll bulk bill it for you." and she smiles. But the CFS patient is baffled. She doesn't make a fuss. She does what she is told. She signs it but is unclear at what exactly just happened. She just wants to go to bed. She is tired. She is very tired. And she asks herself that same old question: "How could this happen to me?"