I was hoping to feel encouraged and supported by this book, but I think it might not have been written for me. It’s as if it was trying to do too many things at once- be a memoir and journalism, educate outsiders and commiserate with insiders- and it ended up reading more as a litany of reasons that it sucks to be sick or disabled. This tone made it hard to pick up and it took me nearly three months to read it. It definitely wasn’t what I needed, but I could see it being of informative value to some.