Hi Al,
If I was independently wealthy, I wouldn't pursue this and would just sit on a beach in Tahiti until I stopped breathing. But I'm not.
I'm trying to hold down a job of 23 years in order to maintain health insurance for my family and me. I have no idea why I haven't been fired yet. I can't get anything done due to the constant vertigo/off-balance feeling. And I had to stop speaking with my staff recently because of the slurring, breathing, and saliva issues, not to mention the horrified looks they have when staring at a guy who, out of the blue eight months ago, showed up to work with half a face. They kind of don't get what's going on. I've got the whole company on edge.
That's just at work. At home, my wife now carries a taser and says she'll use it on me if I try to talk to her.
Also, each weekend, I have the added pleasure of driving 8 hours to LA to continue looking for my heroin addict son who relapsed and is living on the streets.
So the next day after being diagnosed I can quit my job, cash out early on my life insurance in order to pay off bills for the family, and then go sit on a beach somewhere, in a less-romantic, homeless sort of way.