I go through about three of these a week. Right now I’m telling myself that I’ve done everything I possibly can to get it recognised/understood/diagnosed, and that so far all anyone can say is “idk, fibro maybe?” means there is nothing more to be gained by worrying about it or trying to understand it, no more to be gained by reacting to today’s new form of it, or tomorrow’s, and that the only meaning I really can make of this is that I am to be someone who deals with this, to demonstrate what it means to live in acceptance and all that.
(daily meditation this year has been pretty life-saving, incidentally.)
And then if something does go wrong, well, that sucks, but doesn’t make this choice any less correct with the information I have now.