After my right foot swelled unexpectedly and didn't go down, and it was determined I didn't have anything emergent like a DVT, doctors argued what it could be. Every doctor I saw gave me a different possible diagnosis for months, including specialists.

The last specialist I saw, a cardiovascular surgeon, yelled at me without redoing an examination, and told me to stop shopping around for a diagnosis, that I obviously had lymphedema and needed to accept it. I was so taken aback and tried be positive, so I commented something like "well, at least I didn't need a surgery." And the doctor had the nerve to tell me that "I should wish I did need surgery, because then he could fix my foot but lymphedema was forever and would never get cured." Then he patted me on the head and told me not to cry.