And medical progress has always reflected the realities of a changing world, and the meanings of being human.‘ The history of medicine, of illness, is a history of people, of their bodies and their lives, not just physicians, surgeons, clinicians and researchers. But medicine carries the burden of its own troubling history. We want our doctors to listen to us and care for us as people, but we also need their assessments of our pain and fevers, aches and exhaustion to be free of any prejudice about who we are, our gender, or the colour of our skin. And as a science, we expect medicine to uphold the principles of evidence and impartiality. ‘We are taught that medicine is the art of solving our body’s mysteries.

Packed with character studies of women who have suffered, challenged and rewritten medical orthodoxy – and drawing on her own experience of un-diagnosed Lupus disease – this is a ground-breaking and timely exposé of the medical world and woman’s place within it.’ ‘In Unwell Women Elinor Cleghorn unpacks the roots of the perpetual misunderstanding, mystification and misdiagnosis of women’s bodies, and traces the journey from the ‘wandering womb’ of ancient Greece, the rise of witch trials in Medieval Europe, through the dawn of Hysteria, to modern day understandings of autoimmune diseases, the menopause and conditions like endometriosis. This book traces a history of women’s ill health and the treatment of it, for many years solely by a male medical profession. In my many years in the ‘kingdom of the sick’ and working as a counsellor for people with chronic ill health, I’ve noticed a major difference in how men and women, with exactly the same ailments, are treated. I’ve just had a week where even looking at this screen would be impossible because of optic neuritis. I just wake up, take the medication and see what I can manage that day. It’s a lot to deal with, and I truly don’t know how I’m going to wake up every morning. This is managed with injections in my spine for pain and a regular procedure my compressed nerves are severed to stop nerve pain radiating into my pelvis and legs.

I was very lucky to be upright and walking, but scar tissue, muscle damage and deteriorating discs have caused so much stiffness and instability. I did a somersault and landed awkwardly, causing two fractures to my spine. I have been diagnosed with relapsing remitting Multiple Sclerosis for the past 25 years – ooh my silver anniversary, what do I get for that? Since then my health has deteriorated, mainly due to a back injury I sustained when I was 11. My interest in this book is twofold: first the cover made me stop and look because it reminded me of the art of Frida Kahlo, and secondly, I am an unwell woman. Publisher : Weidenfeld & Nicolson (10 Jun.

Christmas Obsession by Darcy Rose