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Hello all: There was a time-not so very long ago; when the thought of being awake, with my head in a halo bolted to a floor while someone cut holes in my skull & went "fishing" around in my brain was like "Star Wars" to me...I'm talking completely alien to my sense of reality! I have a friend here in town who is a double lung transplant survivor & she told me this about 6 months after her death- defying surgery: Little by little, as your condition worsens, your mind slowly wraps itself around the idea of impossibility (like an oyster with a grain of sand) & genteelly but relentlessly works and shapes that idea until, like a pearl-the unthinkable becomes inevitable. HA, thinks I, Never! But, sure enough, as it got to the point where anything was preferable to living the life that my disease had reduced me to, I began to seriously consider pallidotomy as an option-twice! I pray that if my situation were to ever become as desperate again, that I would have the courage of Jim Finn and do what it takes to help myself. I am thankful for pigs that have cells to donate. Because of my religion & my personal convictions, I would not consider human fetal tissue as an option. So praise the Lord & pass the porkchops! Lots of love, Joan Snyder (47/10/8) <[log in to unmask]> Peoria,IL "Do or do not. There is no try." Yoda http://www.newcountry.nu/pd/members/snyder/page1.htm