First, the amazing news:
Be HEALED! *ThWaP!!*
Some of you are aware that I started on the new, absolutely incredible treatment that *cures* Hep-C completely. Yeah, CURES. Like… it’s completely gone. No more constant fear of infecting anyone else by them using *anything* of mine that might have a microscopic drop of blood on it from a few weeks ago, and no worry of going even *further* downhill due to more damage.
That, of course, if IF it works – if it takes to the body, and does its job. There is always the possibility that it won’t…
Well, I went to the hospital Tuesday to pick up mythird 2 week supply of pills, and they had the bloodwork from the previous week done.
So… is it working, Doc? Are we getting the results we want?
DIG IT: In two short weeks, I went from 258,641 copies of the Hep-C virus per ml – to 13. THIRTEEN. Not thousand, not even hundred. 13 like you could count on your fingers, eyes & nose.
I’m getting CURED, after nearly 28 years of the virus slowly killing me – it will sooon be gone! C’mon, give me a HELLS YES! Open up your lungs and *scream* in celebration for the shit that’s actually working – let me HEAR ya!
But with the fantastic news, there is still the chewy center of fear. It happens when I let my guard down, when the strength wanes, when I relax for just a minute and my thoughts are allowed to wander.
It’s in these moments when I feel weak; like I have let myself down by letting myself feel, and what I feel in these moments is fear. Terror.
Failure for not being able to currently take care of myself, and letting this happen. Letting the virus take over because I feel as I have already asked for so much, been given so incredibly much by those who have been walking down this path with me…
This is how it began last time. The fluid leaking out of my body, draining, making me slip on the floor in my own juices… but this time I know so much more. I know how to keep the flesh from splitting, know how to make the symptoms and the pain of the swelling go away. I have the KNOWLEDGE to fix it this time…
I just don’t have the money for what I need, and without the herbs it very quickly gets worse.
So I have little choice. I hang my head again, and ask for help. Again.
I cannot do this alone. This is something that I need you to stay with me in – the financial help to get the herbs that I need to avoid returning to the hell you helped me fight my way out of four years ago.
So I’m asking. Pleading. The herbs I take DO help – I just need to stay on them until I’m able to get this back down to where it was – just te management.
So please, help if you are able. My paypal address is firstname.lastname@example.org – and I NEED your help. I’ve already waited much longer than I should have to ask.
ALso, please feel free to share this anywhere.
I still have some very important things I need to do – besides focus on not ending up in the hospital for months (or worse) again.
Thank you. I love you.