So I went and visited a doctor and he diagnosed me with reactive arthritis.
I know there will be X amount of women being diagnosed. I love to say, You can get through it. You can.
I just got diagnosed with tendonitis which is such an insulting diagnosis. Just point to my shoulder and say "old. "
Both of my grandmothers were diagnosed with breast cancer - one is a survivor and one passed away.
The Christian ethic did not raise the worth of female life much above the Jewish: nor did the clinical ethic raise it much above the clerical. This is why most of those identified as witches by male inquisitors were women; and why most of those diagnosed as hysterics by male psychiatrists were also women.
The doctor who diagnosed me with ALS, or motor neuron disease, told me that it would kill me in two or three years.
He had Parkinson's disease for about, I'd say diagnosed for about 11 of the last years of his life. And treatment was not as good as it is now, of course. We're still going along and he died in '85 and he was 77.
Since being diagnosed, I have done a greater good for society in eight years, than in my 37 years on earth.
Women who have been recently diagnosed with breast cancer can learn a tremendous amount from women who have already been treated.
The laugh count is right up there with being diagnosed with late-stage cancer.
The concept of recovery is rooted in the simple yet profound realization that people who have been diagnosed with mental illness are human beings.
The day it all changed. The day I stated never to take anything for granted. The day I learned to take charge of my life. It was the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
Last year I was diagnosed with osteoporosis.
My father, who suffered from hardening of the arteries, was diagnosed as having that tragic thief of the mind, Alzheimer's.
. . . I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Suddenly I had to spend all my time getting well.
We have been stuffed full of praise for mediocrity and had our foibles diagnosed away with hyphenated jargon and pop psychology.
I diagnosed my loneliness as premature empty nest syndrome.
You know, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1997 I realized I had spent too long arranging my attitude.
Right when I was I was diagnosed my husband and I were actively trying for a family, which is heartbreaking for us both.
I was riding my bicycle and I was hit by a Jeep. And the damage that was done to my body was gradually diagnosed, instead of immediately, so the recovery process for me was probably unnecessarily long: It took nearly two years for me to say that I could successfully walk. It was scary. And in a way, when you're faced with something like that, it forces you to change, and very quickly. I think that unconsciously, I felt called to a challenge-a challenge to regain something.
