Against everything inside me screaming to give up and be done and pretty much just lay down and succumb to whatever happens to my health, I can't. I can't give up because my husband won't let me. He loves me. He wants to help me in whatever way he can, however he can. He wants to find a way to make me better. He won't give up so I won't give up. I won't give up because he loves me.
We went to a new sort of doctor last week, a naturopathic doctor, an acupuncturist actually. She does all sorts of "alternative" therapies, not just acupuncturist, and sat down with my husband and I for over an hour discussing everything going on with me. I meet with her at the end of this week again, after she has a chance to look over all my information and develop an actual plan of care that will take more than three minutes to put together. When I left that appointment I felt something that I haven't felt in so long. I felt hope. And hope is a powerful thing.
Let's see what you got, Eastern Medicine. Please don't disappoint me like Western Medicine has.