So I got a call from Stanford yesterday. I was told that the CCSVI surgery has been put on hold. Some politician got a hold of the situation. So I'm put off until late January or February. I really don't care because the doctor even said on the phone that it probably won't make me any better, but will hopefully keep me from getting worse. With that kind of a statement, I don't hold a lot of faith in the whole thing.
So, I'm letting Andrew go through all the feelings of hope or whatever there is. He's not helping me anyway. He is hoping that the surgery will be an easy fix for him. He thinks he helps me by doing the minimum as in throwing food at me occasionally and rinsing my ass after a shower. There is so much more, but he'd be better off if I was dead anyway 'cause he's really not interested in really helping..
Today I stood up next to my bed once. I tried again later and couldn't do it.
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