How to handle life when you need help. Accept it. Because you know that when you can help others, you do. So...here it is. And here we are. I don't feel the need to share every single symptom or detail of what's going on with his illness, because I'm consistently met with the reaction of, "Well, he looks great to me!" OK. He looks great. But what you don't see is this happening every day after school: His fatigue level is such that the minute he sits in the car, he's flopped over in five minutes max. It happens at the dinner table (again), which is what happens when he's about to flare. Why is this happening? We don't know. He has a hematoma on his cheek because he fell out of his bed on Monday night. (He didn't want to wake me up)... My kid! Which is why we need to get to the Mayo Clinic to figure this thing out. Yes, I realize he looks great to everyone. Yes, that is the stigma of a "hidden" disease. What don...