I probably went all the way to junior high school before a school doctor told me that I was 'dyslexic.'
I was obsessive-compulsive, and I probably had a little splash of Asperger's in there, but in those days, in 1953, you were just a difficult kid. Attention deficit didn't even exist back then. I really had trouble completing tasks - I couldn't sit still.
I am not frightened of much, but I wouldn't like to get ill.
When I was diagnosed, I believed my illness would be my great, lifelong weakness. Bipolar disorder was to be my impenetrable prison, and I would be locked up with it in a castle Princess Toadstool style. Thinking there was no way out, I let it consume me.
Cancer has affected my family; my mother and father have battled cancer. I know how tough it is.
You hear the word 'cancer,' it scares you. You think of death.
A correct diagnosis is three-fourths the remedy.
Everything was going for me, I didn't even know the meaning of the word insecurity and suddenly I am surrounded by words like operation, cancer, chemotherapy, radiation.
My knowledge of the state of President Roosevelt's health was derived entirely from conversations, from newspaper articles and from photographs.
Most patients enter a doctor's office or hospital as if it were a Mayan temple, representing an ancient and mysterious culture with no language in common with the visitor.
Studios are like hospitals. A lot of people check in, and they don't check out.
I am lucky: I have fantastic doctors and a fantastic dentist.
I was born with this. It's a hereditary genetic condition. This is something you can go your whole life without really knowing that something's wrong. I had high blood pressure, and that was the first sign.
I was diagnosed with ADHD twice. I didn't believe the first doctor who told me, and I had a whole theory that ADHD was just something they invented to make you pay for medicine, but then the second doctor told me I had it.
To those who have chosen the profession of medicine, a knowledge of chemistry, and of some branches of natural history, and, indeed, of several other departments of science, affords useful assistance.
Remember, I'm a doctor's daughter. So obviously I'm interested in all medical things.
I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was barely out of my teens. Like our olive skin tone and caterpillar eyebrows, I guess it just runs in the family.
After a performance at Hosadurga, I was struggling with severe gastroenteritis, for which I took multiple injections to ease the pain. But when it wouldn't abate, I got hospitalized, and that is when the heart issues were found out.
The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.
You read something and you know it's not there yet. There's a little section here that... this part's good but that is a little not, it doesn't quite work. That doesn't quite work. That's easy. To say, "OK, now, this is what I think will fix it." That's harder. And most people can tell you what's wrong with something. Very few people can say what they would do to fix it.
I was diagnosed with bipolar affective disorder at 19, which I thought would derail my career. Thankfully, I was able to get help and continue the path, and I think, for me, the buzzword is perseverance.
I'm a human being, and I get sick.
In my case, symptoms began to appear when I was only 57. In fact, the doctors believe early-onset Alzheimer's has a strong genetic predictor, and that it may have been progressing for some years before I was diagnosed.
Please hear this: There are not 'schizophrenics.' There are people with schizophrenia.
I'm dyslexic, although they didn't have a word for it when I was in grade school. The teachers said I had 'word blindness.'
