Personally, I say there's still a chance.
Exactly one, to be precised.
Focal temporal lobe epilepsy can, hypothetically, be controlled fully with the removal of the offending lobe.
I'm trying to get a chunk of brain removed. A chunk of my brain.
Unlike a lobotomy, I should not turn vegetative.
Reportedly, there's a chance I will lose the ability to control half of my body because brains are stupid, but with about four months of therapy and exercise I'll be finally normal.
I will then uncork a decade and a half old bottle of rage. I hope the surgery works out as going through a "second puberty" sounds both fascinating and fucking terrifying. That "fucking" is surprisingly relevant.
But yeah, if the surgery doesn't happen, if I'm declared unfit for whatever reason, I'll finally take that last step.
Also, I'm waiting for my father to pass. He's been through a lot of shit and doesn't need more of it.