Where's our Lance Armstrong? Sometimes I think the whole political arena surrounding CFIDS would change in a millisecond if an ailing celebrity stood up and became a spokesperson. At first I was so naive as to think that celebrities had been lucking out and escaping CFIDS for all this time. You wouldn't believe my surprise when I saw the list of "notable patients" on wikipedia. Lauren Hillenbrand (author of Seabiscuit ) and Rocco Baldelli (ex-MLB player) stood out. Of course, this list is utterly obsolete, and the real list is even more impressive: Flea from Red Hot Chili Peppers, Cher, and Ricky Carmichael - aka GOAT (greatest of all time) of motorcross.
The fact that I had to sleuth for this official roster is a telltale sign in itself: no one that gets CFIDS wants it to become public. These celebs know that their credibility can fall into immediate question when "chronic fatigue" leaks onto the grapevine. I can't say I blame them. Even now, I can't resist trying to cover up my illness when I talk to friends for fear that a good conversation gets tainted by a reminder of the scarlet letter. Yet we're luckier than Cher, and not only because we have a comparably impeccable fashion sense. We're luckier because we're not under the scrutiny of public eye nor are our careers based on first impressions.