I've been hassling systemic amyloid disease 10 years now, and with a recent diagnosis of cardiac myopathy the long siege is nearly over. Thickening of the rt ventrical fairly soon will cause a fatal stroke. Too old for a transplant and too sick most likely. Covid has me locked in for the likely duration. No bucket list proceedings, no escape for an experimental treatment. End of life gets complicated. I have several pounds of excellent cured cannabis and now may only consume via edibles (heart/lung issues). I'm trying to figure out how to distribute what's left from 2019, and what eventually manifests in 2020, tho maybe not to me. I long for the forest of green out back for one more time at least.
This post is intended to inform, possibly exemplify but never to whine. Things are what they are. I have no fear of death but I am damned sick of this method of termination. (There are several types of amyloid disease but this cardiac type has the worst prognosis. Duuh.)
This post is intended to inform, possibly exemplify but never to whine. Things are what they are. I have no fear of death but I am damned sick of this method of termination. (There are several types of amyloid disease but this cardiac type has the worst prognosis. Duuh.)
