‘I feel like I’m discovering hidden nooks and crannies in a deep, dark pit of suffering. Occasionally, I stumble upon a ladder but, after a rung or two, it gives way and the pit becomes deeper, its sides more sheer and unassailable. Meanwhile, the rescue helicopter of medical science is grounded on a sticky platform of psychobabble, ego and scandalous politics. Such doctors as are obliged to venture close peer down at me, shrugging their shoulders and shouting helpful advice: ”Work within your capabilities”, ”Don’t fight your body”, ”It’s possible to relax too much” Sometimes, they try to throw a ladder but it’s too short, or made out of gossamer. Then leave me to it. Alone. In silence. In the dark. ‘
It makes no difference.