Today I got a diagnosis for a genetic condition that has no treatment other than pain management. It wasn't a surprise since I was diagnosed with a related condition 40 years ago and my kids were diagnosed with it over the past couple of years.
I'm currently trying to figure out if it is a relief to have the formal diagnosis so I can say "See it isn't in my head." or if it's depressing that after all this time I have the truth but it ultimately makes no difference because I'll still have to do everything I've been doing. It probably won't stop people from telling me to try yoga either.
