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In a message dated 10/30/99 12:54:18 PM Central Daylight Time, [log in to unmask] writes: << > For the last 5 or 6 years I have finally learned to accept my PD > and not go chasing half way around the world seeking cures. > >> Marjorie, I think I understand where you are coming from. Chasing from doctor to doctor is not a fun (or probably a wise) thing to do. However, the thing takes no prisoners, it just progresses slowly, giving the illusion of a status quo (which might be accepted). It accepts no bargains and is relentless. Even after you give up almost all prideful things and accept a large degree of disability (with its large degree of discomfort), things get worse. I too went through the stages where I thought "I can hack this -if it just doesn't get any worse." It always did. So what's to accept? This is not like Viet Nam. We don't have a DEROS and go home at the end of our tour. As things stand now, this is like the Alamo or the Little BigHorn. Pass the ammo, please. WHH 56/38/37 PS: Happy Birthday!