I suppose it's all becoming a bit surreal now - the diagnosis, the Drs, the treatment plan and such. It only really hits home when I found out my academic career is in tatters. And now I'm pretty tired. I've fought back to try and get some normality, but I've had more lives than a cat in terms of chances, and this is the final straw. I feel like such a failure The illness was never meant to make me this sick...I saw signs of recovery at some of the hurdles. x