Have any of you ever had a time when it seemed like no one knew what was wrong with you? I do, and it's not fun. Here is story number eleven of this story, and I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint! This time, it's in Talia's POV. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The usual.

Medical Mystery

You know what it's like to need a hug-you just want your family to wrap their arms around you and make you feel safe and loved. But imagine that you're sick and scared, and you need that hug more than ever…but no one can touch you, because it hurts too much.

That's when it happened to me last year. It started with a pain in my shoulders and back. My dad said, "Your backpack is too heavy." But the pain didn't stop when school was over. It got worse, and spread to my neck, too. My sister took me to see another doctor, and then one more, but it seemed like no one had any answers.

I was tired all the time, and starting missing piano lessons. It seemed like every day brought a new pain. My legs felt like heavy weights, and my feet and ankles hurt so much it was hard to walk. Then it was my hands. Two months later, I was in pain all the time. I couldn't go out, because if someone bumped into me, I'd be in even worse pain for the rest of the day.

This SO was not me. I had always been active. I played sports with my brother, took piano, and loved dancing around the house with my sister singing random songs. I loved to turn on the radio and dance all around the house, singing with Ziva.

Now, instead of dancing around the house with her, I had doctors appointments. As the months went by, I went from one new doctor to the next-13 in all. With every visit, I'd hope this doctor would make me feel good again. Not that they didn't try-I had more than 50 blood tests and 20 x-rays, but the results were always normal. According to the tests, I should feel perfectly fine.

Since they couldn't find anything wrong with me, some doctors started to think that I must be faking my symptoms. My sister always asked, mad, "How could she be making up something like this?" I wished I could make them hurt like I did for just a day…or a minute, even. Being doubted like that made me feel so alone. Whey couldn't they see I just wanted to get better?

One day I was sitting in a chair and my leg started moving on its own. When I told my doctor, he acted like it was no big deal. I could tell Ziva and Ari wanted to shoot him in the head. But the movements just got worse. My arms started to move, too, even when I was sleeping. I was having seizures. I even had one at a diner one night. I was so happy to be out to eat for the first time in months, but as we were leaving, both my legs and my arms began shaking uncontrollably. I felt like an alien or something. It was horrible, but there was no way I could make it stop.

A few days later, I had a seizure that lasted 45 minutes. I could hear my sister and brother talking to me, but I couldn't respond to them. I could see that my siblings were scared. What was happening to me?

The next day, I had another appointment. I'd seen Dr. Z before, and he seemed super smart and kind. When I had a seizure right in front of him, he sprang into action, getting me anti-seizure medicine immediately. He listened to me and did everything he could to help.

Around this time, my siblings and I had also started doing research on the Internet. We read about people with Lyme disease who had the same symptoms I had. There was just one problem: I had already been tested for Lyme disease, and according to the tests, I DID NOT have it. Still, my siblings and I were sure we found an answer. The symptoms matched, and we lived near one of the areas where the disease is most common, and we'd often pulled ticks off our dogs, some of which carry Lyme disease.

We also found out that Lyme disease test results can be wrong. So we talked to Dr. Z, and he agreed that it made sense to put me on medicines that treated Lyme disease. In less than a week, I stopped hurting so much. A little while after that, I was able to run without pain. And then one day, my sister hugged me, and it didn't hurt at all! We were really happy, we cried. Even my brother did! I've slowly been getting better, and I'll be back to my old self soon. I'm even singing and dancing around the house again.

Being sick stinks, but you do learn a lot. Some days it was really hard to believe I'd get better, but I just kept telling myself I would-I had to. So I learned to stay positive. I also learned that doctors don't know everything, (they're only human). If one doctor doubts you or can't help, you have to keep looking until you find one you believe in. you can't just sit back and wait for them to cure you. You have to trust your instincts, learn as much as you can about what's wrong with you, and do whatever you can to try and get better.

Hope this one was as good as the other ten! Hope you all liked. Remember to review, review, and review! It makes my day.

Oh, and here's another thing: You should never worry about how cool you look-just hug your family whenever you can! : )