When I was diagnosed I felt sick... and scared... and powerless....and relieved....all at the same time.

I cant describe it properly, but knowing I wasn't just a hypochondriac, and knowing that the beast had a name was somehow liberating. Like the hypochondriac who writes 'see I told you I was sick' on their headstone, that validation was so very important to me.

It didn't stop me from feeling scared and lonely and devastated though. Remember this was thirteen years ago, and the treatments, information and outlook has improved a lot since then.

it's good that you are no longer in limbo - I was fortunate enough not to have much of that - but what there was, was awful. our dx is not a reason to celebrate but there are so many worse things out there that you (and I) could have.