Nothing but Nothings

Sometime, I just want a doctor to say "we found the problem". I swear I would cry, not because I'm sad but because the search would finally be over. Every time I go to a new doctor, I have an ounce of new hope that they will be the one to say those glorious words, but every time I'm wrong. I get nothing but "we found nothing" from every single doctor. Now my hope is gone. What was left at least. I'm at the point where I truly believe that no one will find an answer, that no one will be able to help; I am on my own with this disease.