So I met with my case manager and it flat out looks grim. It looks like I will be off HOPWA after November. I’ve reached the end of my rope and there’s no hope for Chiflado. All I can ask is keep me in your prayers.
He wanted to go in one direction that seemed promising but when I came home and looked at my records, it’s a no go. I just hate giving up. Before this illness, I was in charge of my life and nothing could stop me. Now I’m at the whims of someone else.
Needless to say, Chiflado is not feeling great, like he ever was to begin with. I think I’ll drink my half glass of lemonade. I will survive.
don't worry, chif. I can get you a lovely room with kitchenette at The Viceroy. We even have maid service!
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