Encounters With The Invisible: 20 Years Later

The first memoir about ME that I ever read was Encounters with the Invisible: Unseen Illness, Controversy, and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome by Dorothy Wall, published in 2005. I remember thinking: if I were to ever write a book about this disease, I want it to be like this book. Now that I am writing a book about my ME experience, I appreciate the brilliance of Encounters even more. I’m on a mission to get you to read this book, too.

Encounters offers the reader two views of ME, the personal and the societal. Wall describes what it feels like to have ME, to crash, and to eventually climb out of that crash. She captures the lonely devastation of being bedridden and unable to speak. But she offers something else, too. Wall grounds her own experience of illness in the broader context of the history of ME/CFS and other complex, invisible illnesses. If you are familiar with The Invisible Kingdom by Meghan O’Rourke, nominated for the 2022 National Book Award, then think of Encounters as an ancestor of that book.

Encounters is, first and foremost, memoir. Wall wrote, “This book focuses primarily on my rude confrontation with acute illness beginning in the fall of 1995, when I became more ill than ever, and the slow restitching of body and soul that followed.” I can say from personal experience, now, that this writing goal is hard enough. Yet Wall realized that ME was “an unsettling roadmap for the illness experience of the future, in which one group of patients is well served by the advances of biomedicine, and another is left behind . . . I wrote this book to illuminate these multilayered struggles and to pull this illness from confusion, obscurity, and distortion, to make it visible.”

By the time I read Encounters in 2005, I was already involved in ME advocacy and was well-acquainted with the history of neglect and denial in the federal government. Perhaps because of my legal training, I saw this as a political/scientific issue that had personal impact. Wall’s book helped me start to bring these two contexts together, to see the way politics and science intertwined with personal experience. The book also helped me think about systemic change. I knew that people with ME received dismal medical care, but up to that point, I had given almost no thought to the way the practice of medicine would have to change for everyone to address the needs of people with complex, chronic illnesses. Encounters changed the way I thought about my own illness and about the challenges facing our community as a whole.

I reread Encounters last year and loved it even more than I did in 2005. The book remains highly relevant to ME today. The personal experience of having ME is unchanged—the physical unraveling, the loneliness of how other people treat you, the effort it takes to get through a single day. Sadly, the social commentary is also not out of date. We know more about ME than 20 years ago, but we still do not have adequate research funding, a biomarker, or a treatment. If you haven’t read Encounters before, I hope you will now.

To celebrate the 20th anniversary of Encounters, I interviewed Dorothy Wall via email. Our conversation has been edited for clarity.

Edited to add: In celebration of the 20th anniversary, Dorothy has very kindly offered to send a new copy of Encounters at no charge to anyone who emails her their mailing address at dorothy@dorothywall.com, while supplies last!

First, Dorothy, how is your health and how are you doing now?

I’m doing pretty well and leading a quite full life, though it takes place mostly at home. I work with writing clients remotely, do my own writing, visit on Zoom, putter around the house. I’ve had some ups and downs–I spent some years recovering from cancer (2010), and some years recovering from the first dose of the Pfizer Covid vaccine (2020) which exacerbated my symptoms–but otherwise I’m holding up and enjoying life as much as possible.

You wrote that “coming out” as a seriously ill person was “a process laden with ambivalence.” Why did you write the book, given how uncomfortable you were with disclosure?

I was ambivalent, but I was also a writer who had been through an intense, complex illness experience that was part of a larger, fascinating illness story. How could I not write about that? Mainly, I wanted to make the private experience of chronic illness more visible. There can be such a gap between what others see and think and what the ill person experiences, and trying to close that gap felt vital to me. It’s only by “coming out” and sharing stories that the chronically ill become seen and hopefully better understood. As many in the disability community have said, it’s important that we exist in public.

What can you tell me about the process of writing the book?

I worked on Encounters with the Invisible for 8 years, so my process was slow. I initially started writing essays, which enabled me to focus on one small piece at a time, such as “Seeing” the ill person, or “Listening” to him or her. Only later did I turn these essays into a book. I don’t think I would have taken on the project if I had started out with a full book in mind. The hardest part was the research, since I wanted to include the medical, cultural and historical story along with my personal story. But I had valuable help from ME/CFS researchers, advocates, physicians and patients, and great support from my husband who did library runs as needed. Twenty-five or so years ago the online resources were not there the way they are today!

What did you hope the book would offer the reader? What impact did you hope it would have in the world? Has reality matched your expectations?

I wanted people with ME/CFS to be able to hand Encounters to friends, family members or physicians and say, “Read this, and you’ll understand.” From the feedback I received, it did seem like that happened. I was actually quite amazed by the book’s reception, which was overwhelmingly positive. After 8 years of immersion in writing and research, I suddenly surfaced and realized, “Oh right, people are actually going to read this book!” I received many wonderful emails from readers thanking me and telling me how valuable the book had been to them. That was enormously gratifying. I did a fair amount of promotion, mostly online, some print media and radio. Clearly there was an audience interested in the under-reported story of invisible chronic illness generally, and ME/CFS specifically. I was delighted to be a part of the much-needed conversation.

Was writing the book therapeutic or helpful for you personally?

Definitely. Writing was how I processed all I had gone through, came to terms with my illness experience, understood it better. It was like rearranging a cluttered room, putting order to events that were chaotic in the moment but later settled into something that made a little more sense. And after publication, I felt very supported by all the feedback from readers.

You wrote that sometimes it was easier to conceal your illness than “to face the misunderstandings, projections, and well-meaning suggestions of others with little or no knowledge of this illness.” Once you came out in this very public way, how did the book impact your relationships?

The impact was positive, for sure. Those who read the book seemed to have a fuller and more compassionate understanding of the illness experience–at least the ones I heard from did. And I suspect even those who didn’t actually read the book or who only glanced at it still were more likely to understand that ME/CFS was a serious illness and needed to be taken seriously.

Why was it important to tell the history of CFIDS (chronic fatigue and immune dysfunction syndrome, a former name for ME/CFS) and related illnesses as part of your memoir?

The ME/CFS story is not an isolated one. It’s part of the larger story of invisible and poorly understood illnesses–fibromyalgia, Gulf War illness, multiple chemical sensitivities, chronic Lyme disease. I became fascinated by the stories of these other illnesses and the parallels with ME/CFS, especially the ongoing fight for visibility and credibility. Viewing the ME/CFS story in this context reveals the role the medical establishment has played in stigmatizing chronic illnesses. As has been said many times, Western medicine focuses on acute illness and doesn’t deal well with chronic illness. That fact points to a problem with medical research, training and institutions, not with the patient who has a chronic illness. Shifting perspective in this way is crucial to seeing ME/CFS as the major, often life-altering illness that it is.  

You wrote a great deal in Encounters about the failings of healthcare when it comes to diseases like ME. How do you view the healthcare system now, as it pertains to invisible illnesses?

I’d say we still have a long way to go. Medical research and clinical education still does not focus nearly enough on ME/CFS or other invisible and chronic illnesses, and until it does, patients will continue to see providers who are either minimally informed or uninformed about our illness. Even when providers are informed, they can only treat symptoms, not the disease itself. When I was working on Encounters with the Invisible and interviewing researchers in 2003-04, some were suggesting that we’d have a diagnostic biomarker within 5 years. Obviously that didn’t happen, and until it does, it’s far too easy for doctors to dismiss people with ME/CFS with a shrug: “Your blood work is fine.”

When you look at ME politics and healthcare today, are things better than in 2005? What are our biggest challenges?

Yes, things are better, but still not nearly where they need to be. There are many ongoing challenges, primarily the need for increased NIH investment in ME/CFS research. We need a research definition so studies can select subjects more accurately. We need to create a clinical trials network for ME/CFS to improve patient recruitment and data quality, and to more readily target subsets of patients. We need improved medical education, more public awareness, and on and on. Advocacy can only do so much if we don’t have a better understanding of the biological mechanisms of ME/CFS, and we won’t develop that fuller understanding until there’s a significantly greater investment in federal ME/CFS research.

I think that’s the vicious circle of advocacy: we need great research investment to find biomarkers, but without biomarkers it has been impossible to get the research investment we need. What about the impact of Long COVID and the present political climate we find ourselves in?

Initially, Long COVID had a positive impact on research by increasing public and medical focus on post-viral illness. In 2021 Congress allocated $1.15 billion in funding over 4 years, called the RECOVER initiative, to study the long-term effects of SARS-CoV-2 infection. Although ME/CFS is not a big focus of the funding, one recent RECOVER study led by Suzanne Vernon, Ph.D., through the University of Utah, found that 4.5% of those with Long COVID met the Institute of Medicine’s criteria for ME/CFS, which translates to a 15-fold increase in ME/CFS in the U.S. since COVID appeared. And this is believed to be an undercount. Other RECOVER studies may help identify ME/CFS subsets. Yet NIH funding of ME/CFS research has actually declined from $14.6 million in 2021 to under $13 million/year since.

Now, despite the fact that our new Secretary of Health and Human Services, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., has promised a broader focus on chronic illness, under President Trump’s directives, he has slashed staff and funding at the CDC and NIH. NIH funding was cut by 1.8 to 2.7 billion dollars in the first three months of 2025, and the real-world impacts of these policies continue to mount. The ME/CFS Collaborative Research Center at Columbia lost its funding and was closed. The Long COVID RECOVER study was canceled then reinstated, but it is not clear how much other Long COVID funding was restored. Obviously, when research is halted, cut or dismantled, medical advances suffer.

You wrote a great deal about the name controversy, and if I recall correctly, you participated in some advocacy efforts like Rich Carson’s “A Fair Name” back in 2007. What are your thoughts about the name now?

It’s heartbreaking, actually, to reflect on how much energy has gone into trying to change the trivializing name “chronic fatigue syndrome,” with its misleading focus on fatigue, to something that reflects the seriousness of this illness, which affects multiple body systems. It’s infuriating that the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) in 1988 chose such a dismissive name–when they had and considered better alternatives, particularly myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME)–leading to the decades-long struggle by patients, advocates and a dedicated group of physicians and researchers to undo the damage.

There has been vigorous debate about the replacement name, but many advocates focused on ME, which was already in the scientific literature, or myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), a combination that provided some continuity between the new name and old. While the National Institutes of Health (NIH) and CDC shifted to the name ME/CFS almost 10 years ago, that shift hasn’t reduced stigma as much as hoped. I understand why many people and organizations use ME alone, decoupling it from CFS altogether. I use ME/CFS to align with the recent medical literature and governmental health agencies, but the choice to use ME makes an important statement, too.  

How would you describe your orientation or relationship to advocacy and the ME community now? Has that changed since the book was published?

I’ve continued to write a few articles and reviews about ME/CFS, such as an article in the AMA Journal of Ethics, “The Importance of Listening in Treating Invisible Illness and Long-haul Covid 19,” or a review of Emily Abel’s book, Sick and Tired: An Intimate History of Fatigue for  www.healthrising.org. But I haven’t been as involved with ME/CFS advocacy. I was pretty drained after completing both the book and the promotional efforts. I stepped back to recuperate and focus more on family and my ongoing writing and client work, which is more than enough!

What would you update or change about the book now?

Twenty years later, the science presented in Encounters with the Invisible is of course out of date. There’s been a steady stream of research into ME/CFS, though most studies continue to be small, lacking the robust funding from the NIH that is needed. There’s been ongoing research into exercise intolerance, gut microbiome dysfunction, molecular mechanisms, viral reactivation, brain, metabolic and immune issues, and more. So all of these areas would need updating. The name-change story would need an update, and the Covid impact would need to be included. A lot has changed in 20 years!

Identity is a recurring theme in the book, such as your uncertainty about identifying as a disabled person. Where are you now? Has illness continued to shape your identity?

Yes, whether or not to identify as a disabled person has been an ongoing question. When you can “pass” as healthy, when you have no obvious outward signs of illness, identifying as an ill person is complicated. Why bring my physical limits into the conversation if I don’t have to? Why deal with other people’s misunderstandings and reactions?

At this point, most people in my life know of my limits, so I don’t confront those questions the way I did when younger. I have a chronic illness that constrains me in some ways–I can’t walk far, can’t travel easily or very far, have chronic sore throats that often restrict how much I can talk–and those things do shape my identity in unavoidable ways. But I think I’m more settled into a life with some physical constraints than I used to be; it’s not front and center, just part of how I live.

Interestingly, Covid has changed my life significantly. Because the first Pfizer vaccine I received triggered a worsening of my ME/CFS–it took me 2 ½ years to recover–I’ve been unable to vaccinate further. So I rarely go to indoor gatherings, I mask when I’m around people, and so forth. That does shape how others perceive me and how I see myself.

What do you wish you could tell your younger self when your health worsened so dramatically in 1980, two years into your illness, and again in 1995?

Oh boy! That’s a question that really hits home. I wish I could tell that younger self to rest more, demand more support, speak up more, not to feel I had to soldier on alone as much as I did in those early years. Unfortunately, that’s a tall order. When I did try to speak up, to let others know what I was experiencing, the dismissive push-back was painful. It often felt easier to just manage on my own. In the face of almost complete lack of understanding from physicians and the public at large in those earlier days, getting understanding from friends and family was an uphill climb.

I’m in a very different place today, as is the ME/CFS community. Most of my friends and family now recognize what I’m dealing with, at least to some degree, so I have a support system that I didn’t used to have. While my primary care physician doesn’t know much about ME/CFS, she trusts what I tell her. That acceptance and support makes all the difference. As is often said, it’s other people’s uninformed or stereotyped attitudes toward disability, not the disability itself, that creates barriers and difficulties.

What have you learned since you finished writing Encounters in 2005 about managing and accepting your illness?

Don’t do too much! That’s my husband’s constant reminder to me, since I’m always pushing to do as much as I can. I think I’m pretty good at pacing myself, but I do still push, ie., my throat is on edge and I really shouldn’t talk to a friend right now, but I do anyway; I’m sinking with fatigue and shouldn’t take a walk today, but maybe just to the corner.

Also, because I’m now in my 70s, I’m dealing with aging as well as ME/CFS, and sometimes it’s hard to separate the two. Am I tired because I can’t expect myself to perform at the level I did 10 or 15 years ago, or because of my illness? Both illness and aging are about accepting limits, letting go of those things you can’t do anymore and figuring out ways to still do what’s important and meaningful. I visit with friends and family on Zoom or Facetime rather than travel, and email or text when I can’t talk. I confess it’s hard sometimes to see my friends and family traveling in their retirement and to know I can’t do that, but generally I’d say I’m pretty good at managing and accepting illness. I’m very fortunate that the work I do–working with writers and doing my own writing–I can do in my bedroom.

What do you hope new readers today can learn from Encounters?

I think today’s readers of Encounters will see both a familiar illness story and an historical view that it’s important we not forget. The chronic illness experience I describe is in some ways universal, such as dealing with the day-to-day struggles, the adjustment to a different life. But illness is also embedded in an historical moment. Encounters focuses primarily on the years 1995-1999 when my health worsened, but it sweeps back to the years of my initial illness following a severe case of mononucleosis in 1978, as well as to earlier epidemics of poorly understood fatiguing illnesses in the late 1800s and early 1900s, including neurasthenia, “atypical polio” and others. I hope this expansive lens gives readers a sense of the broader story that they are a part of, whether they’re the one who is ill or have a friend or family member who is. When you see the wide-angle view, along with the daily nitty-gritty, hopefully you feel better understood and less alone with your own illness story–and appreciative of living with ME/CFS in 2025 rather than in earlier times!

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#SaveOurScience

Science is under threat. There is no kinder, gentler way to say it.

No matter what your politics or health beliefs are, this will hurt you. I join with ME activists everywhere to plead with Congress to Save Our Science.

What is so alarming? The very infrastructure of scientific research is being undermined, and even destroyed. Here is just a selection of decisions made this year:

  1. Grant review meetings were canceled for months.
  2. Previously awarded grants were frozen or canceled, which means staff have been fired and data will go unanalyzed.
  3. The National Science Foundation–its budget, staff, and current grant portfolio–is being gutted.
  4. Researchers can no longer give subawards of NIH funding to collaborators overseas, even when that is the cost-efficient way for research to be done.
  5. Severe caps on indirect costs will eviscerate universities.
  6. 10,000 people have been fired from the Department of Health and Human Services, and more cuts are expected.

Many of these decisions are being challenged in court, so perhaps some of them will be reversed. But it will take time for these cases to work their way through the system.

In the meantime, we’re already seeing the impact on people with ME and Long COVID:

  1. The ME/CFS Collaborative Research Center at Columbia closed after it lost federal funds.
  2. The HHS Office of Long COVID Research and Practice has been closed.
  3. The Long COVID Advisory Committee was dissolved before it began its work.

With the cuts to research funding, grant review will be even more competitive. Historically, ME research has been at a disadvantage, and in a more competitive environment that may get worse.

Some people thought HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. would be good for the ME community because he claims to care about chronic disease. But what he has done has already harmed people with the very chronic diseases he professes to care about.

And here’s the thing: this is only going to get worse. The impacts we’re seeing now will grow with time. Less funding = less science. Fewer scientists = less science. University cutbacks = fewer scientists and less science.

When I got sick more than thirty years ago, I knew that science would save me. I got involved in advocacy in the late 1990s for that very reason. My only hope of a treatment was science. Research funding for ME was minuscule but I used the little capacity I had to try to change that. Time passed and the chance of finding a treatment in time for me faded away. But I kept going in advocacy because there were so many of you coming up behind me. You’re younger and have been sick for less time. I hoped we would find a treatment for you.

I fear that your futures are fading away now too. Research takes time. Developing treatments takes more time. Every delay, every budget cut, every person who leaves the field–they are stealing your lives.

This is a five alarm fire. Congress must act to Save Our Science.

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Favorite Reads of 2024

Now that I have been tracking my reading for a few years, it’s interesting to look at the trends. I read sixty books in 2024, only a bit more than 2023 and 2022. That surprised me because I thought I read a lot more last year, and I would like to be reading more. I go through stretches where I’m just inhaling books and then I’ll go a few weeks and barely pick one up. That is largely due to how well I’m feeling (or not).

Compared to 2023, I had a lot more five-star reads this year. I don’t know if that’s because I picked better books or because I was more enthusiastic/forgiving/positive overall. Out of sixty books, I gave twenty-seven five star ratings. I doubt anyone is interested in hearing about all twenty-seven of those books, so I narrowed it down a bit to share my favorites.

Non-Fiction

Books related to ME: I reread Encounters with the Invisible by Dorothy Wall this year, and loved it even more than I did when it first came out almost twenty years ago. Wall captures the experience of ME–of crashing and recovering to baseline–better than just about anybody. I enthusiastically recommend it. I also recommend Living Well with Orthostatic Intolerance by Dr. Peter Rowe, a plain language summary of what we know about coping with orthostatic intolerance. Dr. Rowe is one of the best experts on this, and this book captures what has worked for his patients over many years.

Trailed by Kathryn Miles: I am a true crime buff, but this book is about more than murder. Miles traces the investigation into the murder of two women in Shenandoah National Park in 1996, but uses the case as a springboard to talk about women in the wilderness and safety in national parks. I camped and hiked in multiple national parks in 1993 and 1994, and I believed I was completely safe. I was wrong (and foolish) and Miles explores the reasons why.

All the Beauty in the World by Patrick Bringley: Bringley worked as a security guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art for ten years, and takes us behind the scenes of the museum in this memoir. This book is a love letter to museums, art, and how it can sustain us. I loved it so much that I ended up sending copies to multiple friends.

Fiction

Novels by Shirley Jackson: I decided to read all of Shirley Jackson’s novels during spooky season, along with some of her short stories and the excellent biography Shirley Jackson: A Rather Haunted Life by Ruth Franklin. Friends, I am big mad that I got a degree in English Literature without reading Shirley Jackson before now. She was a brilliant writer, and reading her novels in order of publication allowed me to see her grow and develop. You may have read her story “The Lottery” in high school, and I recommend you read it again, but I also highly recommend The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle. There are no jump scares in those books. They’re chilling and gothic, not straight up horror novels, and deserve to be considered among the best American literature.

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver: My favorite literary fiction all year. This book won the Pulitzer Prize in 2023 with good reason. Kingsolver set this retelling of David Copperfield in present-day Appalachia, examining poverty and addiction with compassion. It’s deeply affecting and brilliantly written.

Someone You Can Build A Nest In by John Wiswell: This book made multiple “Best Of” lists for 2024, and deservedly so. It’s a monster story, it’s a romance, it’s delightful. I did not expect that a story about a monster who creates its own body out of spare parts (human and otherwise) would turn out to be so heartwarming.

Horror Movie by Paul Tremblay: A horror novel about a horror movie? Paul Tremblay pulls it off. If you liked The Blair Witch Project, this book is for you. It’s super creepy with more than a few twists, and is a lot of fun (if you’re into this sort of thing).

The Secret History by Donna Tartt: I don’t tend to read buzzy books when they come out, I don’t know why. Book oppositional defiance order? Anyway, The Secret History was published when I was still in law school more than thirty years ago and is widely considered one of the best novels of the 20th century. It’s a compelling psychological thriller centering around participants in a special classics seminar at a New England college. Read this if you like dark academia, philosophical debates, charisma in group dynamics, and New England winters.

The Origins of Iris by Beth Lewis: If you are not reading Beth Lewis, then you are missing out. I’ve been a fan since her first novel, The Wolf Road. That was a story of a young woman trying to survive a serial killer in a dystopian wilderness. In Origins of Iris, the narrator is a woman who goes to the wilderness to escape her abusive marriage and figure out who she really is. Lewis’s protagonists have strong and unique voices that stick with you long after you finish the book.

Mirrored Heavens by Rebecca Roanhorse: I can’t close out this list without talking about Mirrored Heavens, the final book in the Between Earth and Sky trilogy. The trilogy is a sweeping saga of magic and religious war in a world inspired by pre-Colombian American cultures. Sometimes, the end of a series is disappointing but not this one. Roanhorse absolutely sticks the landing, weaving all the threads together in an emotionally satisfying and authentic way.

Up Next

In 2025, I not only want to read more, but I want to read the books I own. My new year’s resolution is that I will read two books I already own before I can buy a new book. Library books don’t count towards that two book rule, either. I’ve got so many great books! It’s time to enjoy them.

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Getting a Normal Result

It’s been a year since my breast cancer diagnosis.

While I feel like I have finally recovered from treatment, that doesn’t mean my cancer experience is over. I am on medication to prevent a recurrence, and of course, I still need imaging.

My wonderful surgeon told me to be prepared for abnormal imaging this month. Calcifications are common in post-surgical healing but they have to be biopsied because sometimes they are a sign of breast cancer. That is what happened to me last year: a biopsy of calcifications found cancer.

“We might see calcifications in the same place we did the surgery,” she told me, “but none of my patients have ever had those calcifications indicate a recurrence of cancer. Just be prepared for another biopsy.”

Have you ever heard of scanxiety? Scanxiety is the anxiety people feel before, during and/or after imaging scans, and it is very common in cancer patients. I’ve always felt a little nervous waiting for the results of my annual breast imaging, but after my abnormal mammogram last year it got worse. Waiting for the results of every scan has been nerve-wracking.

I was scheduled for a mammogram and MRI on October 3rd, and my scanxiety was slowly ticking up for the week before. Then I tested positive for COVID on October 2nd and had to reschedule. Fortunately, I got a mammogram appointment for just two weeks later (my MRI will be delayed until December).

Two more weeks wondering if they would see calcifications. Two more weeks of thinking that I might need a biopsy again. Two more weeks of tamping down my fear of cancer recurrence. My thoughts would race: I am just getting my life back now. I can’t go through this again.

I am very uncomfortable with uncertainty, and I have a vivid imagination, so I tell myself all kinds of stories about what will happen. One of the practices that got me through the past year is going one step at a time. I am learning to slow down and hold the empty space where information will eventually go, instead of filling that space with catastrophic thoughts. There’s no point in worrying about cancer treatment when I don’t even know if I need a biopsy yet.

Two more weeks of reminding myself that I can only go one step at a time.

I had my mammogram last week. My scanxiety is most intense before a scan and while I wait for the results. On the drive into the city, I completely shut down and turned inward. David didn’t tell me not to feel scanxiety, and put his hand on my knee to reassure me that we are in this together.

When you’ve already had cancer, you get a “diagnostic mammogram” at follow up, which means that you wait while a radiologist reads your scan. My hospital has a separate waiting room for people getting diagnostic mammograms, and I sat there for a long time. Every once in awhile, a woman would be called into a separate room and not come back, which meant she had an abnormal result and was getting an ultrasound.

Waiting is the worst. I cannot be distracted, not by the annoying home improvement shows on the waiting room television and not by thinking about normal day-to-day stuff. My mind wants to play out possible scenarios: how long an ultrasound will take, how soon they could do a biopsy, what my surgeon would say, how upsetting it would be to rearrange my life around treatment again. Scanxiety for me is not an anxiety attack, but I feel a tightness in my body and my mind is intent on predicting what could happen. Over and over, I have to remind myself that there is no problem to solve yet. I need my scan results first.

After what felt like hours but was probably closer to thirty minutes, the radiologist called me into the little side room. He didn’t even ask me to sit down, but just turned to me and said, “You’re fine. The mammogram is normal.”

I had to ask him to repeat himself because I was partially stunned. A normal result?

“There are no calcifications anywhere, and we don’t even see post-radiation damage,” he said.

I had been so certain they would see calcifications and I would be back on the cancer conveyor belt of more tests and appointments. Instead, I got to leave the hospital and start texting the good news to my family and friends.

It’s hard to describe what it feels like to have a medical test go well and produce a normal result. I am so used to having symptoms that doctors don’t understand, weird side effects they’ve never seen. My body does not respond normally to pretty much anything. Since I got sick thirty years ago, my body has not been my ally. Most days, I struggle mightily against my body and its limitations. If I could transplant my brain into a healthy body or robot, I would do it. I would leave this body behind.

Now I am getting used to being in this body that responded perfectly. My surgery removed the cancer, and I healed so well you can barely see the scar. My radiation treatment was so well designed that it did not cause corollary damage. Despite how deep my post-treatment crash was, I climbed out of it and got back to baseline. And now I know that–at least on mammogram–there are no calcifications or masses anywhere in my breasts.

My body healed. It is such a strange feeling, to think that this body that has frustrated me so much can still function and respond normally–even to cancer treatment.

It gives me hope.

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Waylaid

Almost five years after the first cases of COVID-19 in China, I finally got it.

Honestly, I expected this test to be positive for flu. My husband and I had been testing COVID negative on rapid antigen tests for days. I knew I was sick and getting worse, but really, I expected flu.

But no, it’s COVID. Fortunately, I got this positive test within the first five days of being sick and so I was able to get Paxlovid. My husband was already outside the treatment window. And let me tell you, Paxlovid made such a difference. My fever was gone in 48 hours and and my congestion was gone by the time I finished the medication.

Yet I am recovering very slowly. I feel ok, and then as soon as I get up and do something, I feel terrible. I’m writing this post in little dribbles, quitting as soon as I start to feel brain fog and exhaustion.

This is very familiar. It feels like I did after radiation treatment. It feels like ME.

I’m not upset that I feel so weak and wobbly. I’m not even upset that I got COVID despite all my best efforts to avoid it.

What upsets me is that this is yet another delay in my writing. What upsets me is that I began the year with breast cancer and am finishing it out with COVID.

The hard experience of the Long COVID community teaches me that I must be oh so very careful right now. I cannot rush back to physical or cognitive activity, because that is where the danger lies. I must give my body the time to fight the effects of COVID, in hopes of avoiding chronic issues. I’ve always wondered if that would have been good advice when I first got sick all those years ago.

You might think that I would be used to this by now. After all, I’ve been riding waves of higher and lower functionality for decades. But even after all this time, I am still not used to having my plans ambushed by my body. I still have not learned to gently pivot. I am better at it, but I am not graceful.

One thing I have learned in the last year is when to surrender. COVID has waylaid my writing plans, and I have no choice but to give my body what it needs.

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Hello, Stranger

When I was diagnosed with breast cancer last October, I had grand plans: I would blog through my surgery and whatever treatment followed. I was hungry for examples of other people with ME who had been through cancer treatment, especially breast cancer treatment, but couldn’t find much beyond the personal stories of a few friends. I thought I could turn this awful experience into a resource for other people with ME. I guess I do that a lot–try to squeeze something constructive out of something awful.

I waited until November 20th–right before my surgery–to tell you that I had breast cancer. The truth is that the first sign of cancer showed up on October 5th last year, when I had my annual breast imaging. I had a biopsy two weeks later and got my DCIS diagnosis on October 23rd. The month between diagnosis and surgery (and telling you) was a whirlwind of appointments, research, strategy sessions with friends, and a frenzy of preparation. It also took me a month to process what was happening to me and to decide to share it publicly.

There was so much to share. I intended to write about how different cancer-care is from ME-care, about how I researched my treatment options and made decisions, about how I introduced my oncology team to ME, about the experiences of surgery recovery and radiation treatment, and about what helped me cope.

But cancer treatment kicked my ass. It took weeks to recover from my lumpectomy, much longer than I anticipated. Radiation treatment was hard on my body while I was going through it, and for months afterwards. My radiation oncologist had warned me that radiation would probably exacerbate my ME, and she was right. My decline continued for six weeks after I finished treatment until I finally started climbing back out of the crash, and it was several more months before I felt back to my physical baseline. Even then, I was still struggling cognitively.

Coincidentally, we were also going through a long-planned, major house renovation. The contractor broke ground exactly one year ago today, just nine days before that abnormal mammogram. Framing started three weeks after my surgery. Worst of all, my radiation treatment began on the same day as demolition of our kitchen.

All this is to say that I intended to be blogging this year, but I simply had no capacity to do so.

The good news is that I’m finally here again. The home renovation finished this month, and we are slowly restoring the house to order. I am back to baseline post-cancer treatment and I’m writing again.

My body took me on a long detour from the direction I was heading, and I’ve lost a year. But I’m back, and we have a lot to talk about.

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Favorite Reads of 2023

Listen, I know that everyone posted their favorite books of 2023 already. I wanted to as well, but my recovery from breast cancer surgery took longer than I anticipated, and now I’m getting radiation treatment. However, I still really want to share the books I loved last year, and since it’s still January, I think this is valid.

I’ve gotten more intentional about reading in the last few years. I used to just pick whatever book I felt like reading, without trying to hit a reading goal or focus on a specific list. I didn’t keep a book journal, so I tended to forget not only what happened in books I’ve read but even whether I had read them. Goodreads was great because at least I had a record of what books I read, but I deleted my account a couple years ago after one of the many review-bombing controversies.

I was inspired by the Reading Glasses podcast to try new ways of tracking my reading, and I ended up creating a personal database to help me manage my TBR (To Be Read) list and keep notes on what I loved (or didn’t). Don’t worry, I won’t inflict my nerdiness on you. All this is just to say that now I make more thoughtful choices about what to read. I don’t set specific goals or challenges for myself, but I don’t just choose books at random either.

I read fifty-six books in 2023, about the same as 2022. Interestingly, more of my 2023 favorites were fiction (unlike last year), and some of them were big chunky books. You’ll notice that I’m not into cozy mysteries or romance, but maybe there will be something in my list that appeals to you too.

Non-Fiction

Run Towards the Danger by Sarah Polley: I received this book as a gift, and I was skeptical at first because what did I have to learn from an Academy Award winning actor/screenwriter/director? I was wrong. Polley is a gifted writer, and this essay collection blew me away. The most compelling part to me was Polley’s description of her suffering and eventual recovery from a severe concussion. This book is inspirational without being glib, and Polley’s sincerity makes her writing feel like a personal conversation. I loved it.

Some of Us Just Fall by Polly Atkin: This memoir was published in the UK last year, but it looks like it will be available in the US in March. Atkin has Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome and hemachromatosis, although it took many years for her to be properly diagnosed and treated. This memoir interweaves the experiences of being chronically ill with being in nature. Atkin lives in Grasmere, in England’s Lake District, the home of literary greats such as William Wordsworth, and still a place of incredible natural beauty. She brings us along on her walks and swims in a landscape that can heal some things but not everything, and shares her journey of learning to live well with her diagnoses.

Fiction

Six Deaths of the Saint by Alix Harrow: This is a short story, and I generally don’t read short stories, but this one is brilliant. I don’t even want to tell you anything about it and risk spoiling it for you. I will only say that when I got to the moment when the pieces of the story came together, I put my hand on my heart and gasped. Just trust me and read this.

Ordinary Monsters by J. M. Miro: This is a honker, and it is worth every minute it takes to read. If you like reading about dark academia, the grime of the Victorian era, magical mystery, and/or remarkable children, this book is for you. It’s the story of a shining boy, the people who love him, the people who want to use him, and the strength of found family. I got it from the library and ended up buying a copy because it is that good.

Yellowface by R.F. Kuang: I love everything by R.F. Kuang, and her novel Babel was one of my favorites last year. Yellowface is a completely different kind of book but equally amazing. The narrator steals her friend’s just finished manuscript and passes it off as her own work. As the story hurtles along, the characters grapple with racism, diversity, cultural appropriation, social media, and fame–or utterly fail to do so. Kuang is such a skillful writer that I found myself caring deeply for the narrator, despite the fact she’s a complete trainwreck who makes some very bad choices.

Starling House by Alix Harrow: Read this book if you like gothic mansions, small town secrets, a young woman discovering her strength, true love and sacrifice, and/or supernatural mysteries. Harrow’s first novel, The Ten Thousand Doors of January, is one of my favorite books of all time, and Starling House is pretty high on the list now, too.

The Last House on Needless Street by Catriona Ward: This is the first book I’ve read by Ward, and her entire backlist is now on my TBR. It’s described as a mystery/thriller, but it’s horror as well. Something very odd is going on in the creepy house on Needless Street, and a new neighbor wants to find the truth. The suspense kept yanking me forward, and there’s a solid twist that I did not see coming. Don’t read this if you are easily creeped out, but if you love psychological thrillers then definitely check it out.

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke: Most of my 2023 favorites were new releases, but this one is almost twenty years old. I read it around the time it came out and liked it, but I read it again in 2023 and LOVED it. The premise is that magic once existed in England, and now in the Napoleonic era, Strange and Norrell are trying to bring it back. They get more than they bargained for, with terrible consequences. Read this if you love the Regency period, myths and magic, faeries, and/or books with footnotes. Clarke is a quietly brilliant writer, and that didn’t really hit me until I finished the book.

Right now, I’m reading Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver, another chunky book by another brilliant author. I hope you’re reading something great, too!

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Enough

I’ve been waiting until I felt well enough to post about my breast cancer surgery and recovery, about the treatment I will begin in January. I have words to say about experiencing the healthcare system as a person with cancer versus a person with ME. And maybe I will write those words at some point.

But none of that matters to me tonight because my friend Beth Mazur is dead. Beth was a co-founder of #MEAction, a data scientist turned advocate by necessity. She was also a shining example of the very best, the best ME advocates and the most wonderful people. To me, Beth was always rock steady, a woman who protected her limits when necessary and who was fiercely committed to our community. And she was a good friend, to me and to so many others.

So very many people are hurting right now, mourning Beth. I’m sending my love and strength to everyone in our community, whether you had the good fortune to know Beth or not. If you are experiencing trauma, grief, or suicidal thoughts from this news, please reach out. Some resources are collected here, and in the United States you can call 988 to connect with someone who can help.

The only words I have tonight are that I want this disease to stop killing any of us.

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“I have cancer”

Hand drawn get well cards with stickers and rainbows from my niece and nephew.

I told my husband last week, “It’s just as hard to tell people you have cancer as it is to find out you have cancer in the first place.” So, let me take a deep breath and say:

I have breast cancer.

Everyone reacts with some degree of shock and sadness when I tell them the news. I feel like I’m hurting their feelings by saying it, like I’m responsible for upsetting them, even though having cancer is not my fault.

In an attempt to soften the blow, I focus on the good part of the bad news. I have Stage 0 breast cancer: ductal carcinoma in situ (DCIS). This means that the cancer cells are still confined to the milk duct and have not yet invaded surrounding tissue and become potentially lethal. Stage 0 breast cancer is not life-threatening and it does not have the ability to spread around the body. It’s a gray area between normal cells and invasive cancer cells.

One of my doctors described my cancer as “very curable.”

Still, DCIS has the potential to become invasive cancer and there is no way to tell whether it will or not, so DCIS is treated as if it is already invasive. I will have surgery to remove the cancer, and then I will have radiation therapy and endocrine therapy to destroy any remaining cancer cells. Layering these treatments together significantly reduces my risk of cancer recurrence.

My treatment for breast cancer will be complicated by my ME. I’m worried about crashing after surgery, and worried about how I’ll manage daily radiation appointments for several weeks. I haven’t found any published information about ME and breast cancer, although plenty about cancer-related fatigue (not helpful). Except for informal input from a few friends with ME, I’ll be making this up as I go.

I am very lucky that the cancer was caught at such an early stage, and I am also lucky to have an excellent medical team. My surgeon has recently treated two other people with ME-like illnesses, so she and her staff understand my concerns about surgery causing a crash. I’ll get extra IV saline at surgery, and I’m taking in extra hydration and protein to try and support my body.

But to be perfectly honest, breast cancer is a lot to carry. Even though all my doctors have reassured me that I will be ok, I still have moments of fear. My mother died of breast cancer in 2015 and following in her footsteps this way makes me sad. I try to gently remind myself that all these feelings just come with the territory.

I considered not saying anything publicly about this diagnosis. It feels more personal and private than ME, although I don’t know why. Ultimately, I decided that sharing my experiences might be helpful to someone else, and so it was worth doing. In that way, I guess, this is exactly like my approach to ME.

My surgery is this coming week. If you are so inclined, send me good thoughts and healing vibes. I’ll be back to let you know how it went.

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I got sick on October 6, 1994. Writing a memoir that spans almost three decades requires a lot of self-reflection, not only about what I’ve been through but about the choices I made, what I got wrong, and what I could have done differently. Sometimes, looking back feels like looking at a different person.

I feel such compassion for the young woman who got sick twenty-nine years ago. She was building her career, and was newly in love. It makes sense that she trusted the doctor who said she had a virus and would feel better in a few weeks.

Twenty-four years ago, her doctor said that people with ME do not get better after five years, and she thought her life was over. I wish I could tell her: Not yet, my dear.

Seventeen years ago, she began to invest all of her energy and effort in advocacy because she was trying to make something good from her pain. Yet I wish that she had held some energy back for herself. She didn’t see it at the time, but she could have experienced so much more happiness if she had approached life with more balance.

Ten years ago, this woman was bending beneath the weight of her suffering. She had no idea that she had not reached the bottom, that things were going to get much worse. It would have done no good to warn her.

Eight years ago, she thought she had triumphed–not over illness, but over grief. She was so certain that survival was enough, even akin to winning. I wouldn’t tell her otherwise, even now.

I have felt every possible way on my sickaversary, from numb to content. Now here I am, looking back over twenty-nine years of illness. Doctors were wrong. I was wrong. Sometimes, what looked like the right thing to do was more harmful than I realized. It has taken me this long to learn that we cannot predict the future, and that we can take nothing–absolutely nothing–for granted.

For a long time, I have struggled with the impermanence of existence, the reality that everything changes. Impermanence can feel like a liability or a gift, but it is a fact regardless of how we feel about it. The challenge is what we do in the face of change. Things go right or wrong, and all we can control is how we respond.

If I could reach through some crack in time to give my younger self advice, I wouldn’t warn her about what was coming or try to direct her path. I would simply tell her what I have learned:

There are times of great hardship and times of great joy, and there are all the choices you make along the way. It’s the choices that matter.

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