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This is what the disability lawyer told me as I sat across
from his desk, shuddering uncontrollably from the effort of sitting up for an
hour.
What I should have said was, “Oh really? What exactly makes you think that? Tell me why, after 15 years of being ill and
no available treatment for my disease, you believe I will magically just get
better. What exactly do you think will
change?“
That is what I should have said. But I didn’t.
I stayed quiet. I did look
disapprovingly at him – but that is the best I could do.