I used to lurk on these forums gathering ideas over the past few years. Then, earlier this year I got a terminal diagnosis. ALS. Like, that's one of the worst ways to die and full of suffering, but I felt relief. Finally…an end to my life that I didn't have to try to plan myself!
Then a few weeks ago I got a second option at an ALS clinic and was told it wasn't ALS and that actually nothing is wrong with me at all. I'm fine.
I was so close to getting relief from the life I hated but instead was thrust back into a life I hate even more. People in my life don't understand why I'm not thrilled that I'm not terminal. This has been the most isolating thing that's ever happened to me
Then a few weeks ago I got a second option at an ALS clinic and was told it wasn't ALS and that actually nothing is wrong with me at all. I'm fine.
I was so close to getting relief from the life I hated but instead was thrust back into a life I hate even more. People in my life don't understand why I'm not thrilled that I'm not terminal. This has been the most isolating thing that's ever happened to me
