When you have a chronic illness, you wind up seeing a lot of doctors. You start counting the number of times you’ve cried in front of a doctor. (At least twenty.)
Eventually, you start traveling to see doctors. Spending time and money you don’t have in the hope that an expert at the Mayo Clinic can fix your problem. Then when the Mayo experts are like “der, it’s genetic. Here’s even more drugs for you to take” you just want to punch them in their stupid faces. Or say “how about…
