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Show 269 "Sometimes I wonder," I admit. "For everything he may have done wrong, Dr. Jessop never for a minute doubted that you really have this disease." Her words hail on my sunny thoughts, hurting my head. "I know," I admit. Dr. Jessop may not have known anything about the pump and its protocol but he did understand the disease. "And he wasn't the only one," she is adding. She is referring to the only cache of doctors in the country actually studying stiff-man syndrome. Dr. Jessop had sent me to them for verification of his diagnosis. "I know," I admit once again. "It's just that there's someone else here now with stiff-man syndrome," I share with her. "The nurses say her symptoms don't look anything like mine." I had heard about this other woman awhile ago from neighbors of hers, acquaintances of acquaintances. Faith is taking a deep breath, organizing a few thoughts, looking over at the window for a moment. When she finally speaks, it is a lecture she is likely to give her nursing students: "Nurses should not be telling you anything about another patient," she is finally saying and not without a measure of firmness and a rising alarm that this kind of confidentiality has been breeched. "As |