"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.