If 2022 got the boot then 2023 is the year of weeeeee!

I’m serious when I say 2022 was the worst year of my life. I lost my business. My dad had a bad stroke and is stuck in a wheelchair living at the Jewish Home. He wants to die and dementia is getting a bit worse. I’m learning patience and just loving him. I don’t want to be sick anymore. I want my healthy life back. I want to feel joy and not stress about medical symptoms and money.

I’m not producing saliva and while that doesn’t sound like a big deal, let me tell you it’s a bigger deal than you can imagine. I don’t enjoy eating. My mouth is super dry including the inside of my lips. No products work. The meds made me worse. No doctors can figure out the cause or a cure. I’m so over being a medical mystery. I want my so called healthy life back. My goal is to leave no stun unturned and to beat the odds and cure myself. Depressing when we could both retire if I hadn’t gotten sick. We’d have plenty of money. We could’ve traveled with the kids. The guilt I carry is enormous. I plan to start Gupta brain retraining. Wish me luck.