I had been struggling with Myasthenia Gravis for months now. Each day was filled with suffering and discomfort. I was in pain, and my life had become one unending cycle of fatigue, nausea and dizziness. I had tried all of the available treatments, but none of them seemed to make any difference. I had lost all hope of ever being well again. The only thing I had left was the knowledge that I had bravely fought against this illness, even when the odds were against me. But in the end, my battle against Myasthenia Gravis was lost.
