Yesterday I had my several-times-a-year checkup. My doctor is ecstatic over my progress. He has been pleased almost since the beginning, but is now even more delighted.
We always have some discussions, but this time we talked about "autoimmune" diseasesi  in addition. I stated pretty flatly that I didn't think I believed in such a cause anymore, and to my surprise he agreed, saying that ALL of them, in his opinion, were infectious, and that possibly in twenty years or so, there will be a vaccine, and people won't have to go through what he has seen me do. And he paid me several nice compliments, saying that I was the most stubborn person he had ever known. And the book "Unbroken" (incredible!) about Louis Zamperini, which he was reading (I had told him about it), reminded him of me. An honorable compliment, to be sure, but we all come to understand what it can take to do this. Sometimes, you have to do the hard stuff. It's really nice when it pays.