After nearly two years of silently enduring these mysterious, increasingly severe symptoms, I both want--and fear--a diagnosis. No one--even Jim--knows anything about this strange pattern of pain, including my internist, whom I rarely see. In truth, I don’t want to know what this physical cacophony means, yet feel a growing need for someone to name and explain the strange and frightening sensations crawling over my body. When I finally describe it all to my doctor, he packs me right off to a neurologist he describes as “brilliant, no-nonsense, and thorough..." - Read more of this excerpt from the book FIERCE JOY--A MEMOIR by Ellen Schecter - http://bit.ly/LS83Zn