Is it any wonder that ill women are confused? Thinking Melissa had been misdiagnosed, we began going to other doctors in hope of finding one who knew the correct answer to the pain in her body. We found that for every ten doctors, we got ten different answers...and these answers came after repeating the same countless blood tests, along with scans, upper gi's, etc. For years on end, we circled the same mountain, and always ended up right back where we started! Looking back we now realize that we gained as much knowledge (and help) about her illness as if we had stayed home playing spin the bottle, and just pulled out our own diagnosis! One doctor said one thing, another doctor disagreed with the previous doctor and the next doctor said that the first two were both morons and that we should've come to him in the first place (!!), as he could see that Melissa was simply...(close your eyes cause you WON'T want to read it): "DEPRESSED!"
(And, amazingly, these men get paid for insulting you.)
But, determined to get help (or perhaps too dense to quit?), we never gave up. Hallelujah!
When my daughter was suffering, I could see nothing but darkness. Doctors failed her, and failed her miserably. I made a vow to God that I would be a voice for others who suffer if He would just show me what was wrong with my child and help me to find an answer to her life of pain.
God came through.
Doctors: Bound By Secrecy? Victims: Bound By Pain! 
is the fulfillment of the promise that I made. May Melissa's long journey of pain and hoplessness be an inspiration to others who feel they have lost all hope.
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