I have a new label.
It isn’t a pretty one. In fact, it changes nothing. But at the same time, it changes everything. My treatment doesn’t change. But I have a name for it.
I know why I’m sick all the time.
There is still no treatment.
There is still no cure.
But goddamn it, I have a name for it.
I have cyclic vomiting syndrome.
I still get sick a lot.
I still wind up in the ER for dehydration.
But it has a name.
It has a name. I am no longer faking, I am no longer just pretending to be sick. I am sick. It has a name. And there’s a reason.
And right now, that’s what matters.