The other option

The one I'm holding in reserve, is to just give up and decide that 62 years is enough. Right now there's no way you could convince me that I'll ever recover and feel normal again. Legs swollen, everything hurts, no energy, can't even take care of myself. I ask myself many times a day what's the point. If I could see some real progress I'd feel differently, but for now the only way I can get any comfort at all is with narcotics, and that's a real dead end street. Tangie