Dear Reader, When I was 16, I woke up one morning unable to move the right side of my body. That moment changed the trajectory of my life. For the next 16 years, I cycled through diagnoses—fibromyalgia, a slipped disc, unexplained inflammation. Some years I used a wheelchair. Others, I was bedridden. Always, I was fighting to find answers. In 2019, with two small children and a body that wouldn’t cooperate, I hit a breaking point. My Abue Ana told me I had to fight. And so I did—not just for...