This new specialist, a woman with kind eyes and a calm demeanor, starts with questions.
“How have you been feeling lately?”
Her voice is steady, a contrast to the turmoil inside me.
“Tired,” I admit, the word barely wrapping around the depth of my fatigue.
She nods, making notes, her pen a soft scratching sound in the quiet room.
“Any changes in appetite or energy levels?”
The questions continue, each one probing beneath the surface.
I answer as best I can, the responses feeling inadequate to convey the full picture.
“We’re going to do a few tests today, if that’s alright.”
Her tone is gentle, seeking consent rather than demanding it.
