I'm not a physician and do not know technical terms, but I have experienced debilitating weaknesses of the brain and nervous system firsthand.
As a missionary with my husband in Tanganyika (present-day Tanzania) in 1938, I suffered a nervous fatigue. Since we didn't have present-day medications then, we were sent home with our children, a toddler and a babe-in-arms. How I remember the weeks and months of the recovery process. The hardest experiences were the many questions that friends asked me: How are you? Do you feel better? Were you sorry to leave Africa? What do you plan to do now? All were asked in kindness, but were so confusing to me, the patient, that I shut up like a clam.
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