The topics of euthanasia and suicide have been brought up many times in many forums and groups. I have answered this before and have decided to post this to the public.
Hopefully sharing this will give others a more in depth understanding of life with FTD. Most of us with FTD have been misdiagnosed for years before getting a correct diagnosis. There are those out there that never find out.
My mindset was one of hopelessness.
I was on 17 powerful antipsychotic, antidepressant, anti anxiety pills a day for being what was thought bipolar. I had been through 50+ ECT’s and the VNS device implanted in my chest. Nothing worked. The love of my life was no longer my partner, but my babysitter. I was bankrupt, depressed and didn’t know what was wrong and why nothing would fix me. I was having suicidal thoughts for a long time now.
I struggle every moment of every day at trying to control the symptoms of FTD.
Maybe Unum thinks I forgot how to be bipolar. Unum has a history of not paying disabled people and have been sanctioned by the US government for it.
Three weeks ago I started the first FTD Patient Support Group. There's now 34 from 7 countries. I just launched a 3x a week live chat. The members pre-empted me by starting it last week and it's on and off now 24 hours a day.
This balances the structures surrounding the brain and boosts the body's ability to self correct. I think this is an invaluable tool for those with neurological impairments.
This alternative medicine works. Laurie has been working on me weekly since I've been diagnosed with FTD and there is no question that I leave her office feeling clearer with the ability to think better. There is no question that Laurie's work and friendship have been a clear contributor to me functioning so well with FTD. This is the only physical treatment that has helped me with FTD that I know consistently works .
Birth is a terminal illness. FTD is an obstacle on the road of life. FTD is hell for everyone. My teenage kids only know dad being sick all there lives. They also know that dad gets out of bed tirelessly every day and kicks ass.
Snapping back to today February 1, 2012. I am back at Starbucks. My surgery and 3 stents were placed successfully. I am happy and with purpose. My mindset and positive attitude are set and I will continue this wonderful life I'm living.
Thanks everyone out there that have been helping me through this amazing journey. I truly love you all.