\”I\’m kind of stumped here,\” I confessed to her, going through my list of possible causes. Together we discussed the possible options of diagnostic testing and treatment. While we talked, she continued showing a glimmer of fear in her eyes. It wasn\’t that she thought she\’d die from this, and I don\’t even believe it was a fear that I couldn\’t help her; it was a fear I would tell her the grass was not green. Maybe her reality isn\’t real. Maybe she is crazy.
Doctor and patient. Insecurity meets insecurity. Weak helping weak.