text: It was four months into the mystery that was my brain, and frankly we were starting to lose hope. My body had taken a toll from various medicines and hospital trips, I was pulled out of school as well as dance. The only thing I could do was sit in the hospital bed and read. My one friend was my neurologist, she would come in and check up on me everyday when i was in the hospital. She would always listen to my mom's complaints or my father's awful jokes, she would constantly reassure my brother that i was going to be okay. Whenever she visited she would talk to me about things that she thought would help figure out what i had, that was when i realized that she hadn't once stopped thinking about this, we had told her so many times what was happening she was starting to put pieces together and make the best choice. One fateful day a doctor came in the room with a clipboard and paper, he simply handed it to my parents, and thats when a wave of relief flooded the room, we finally had a logical diagnoses. My neurologist had spent so much time listening to us and hearing this problem over and over again that it stuck with her, she eventually thought over it so many times that she figured out the best possible diagnoses and treatment.