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I don't know if swaring is allowed on the list, but I am going to do so anyway: It's just a bunch of bullshit. I have been waiting for word from Dr. Freed's office on a possible fetal tissue implant, and this morning I got it. Not for another three years at least, would I be able to receive MY operation. That is how Nurse Craver put it; in so many terms she said that "Your operation is a ways off yet." This says to me that they know that a transplant would make me, if not 100 percent, pretty damned close to it. However, due to the afore-mentioned B.S., I will not be a candidate for the procedure for another "At least" three years. Now, taking on their prospective: I am not suffering from degenerative P.D., therefore my life is in no danger. But looking at the bigger picture, and this is where the beauracracy comes into play, I am not a part of the large group of people suffering from severe P.D. This means that I could not be part of an experiment, i.e. there is nothing to compare the results an transplant would have on me to. I am so pissed off right now, that I feel like hitting something. How long will it be before anyone takes on my case. In other words, you've all got your sinemet as a last resort. No drug has been found, or even searched for, for that matter, that makes the globus pallidus work better. Just wanted to vent some frustration. Jacob Drollinger