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Are there medical treatments to cure this disease? Will clinical trials shine a light on
this sickness? Will exploratory surgery find the source of where it all began? Will
radical and controversial experiments result in new ways to manage this progressing virus?
Will it just be assessed by a well accredited doctor just so he can write a script and
say, “Thou shalt be healed!”? Therapy of all sorts worked only for some time. Various
coping mechanisms helped but they progressed and only made the darkness more dark.  It’s
coursed through veins for years until now it’s coagulating, choking the very life. Who or
what held that needle to the naive vein? It wasn’t a fast injection….no it was slow and
torturous…feeding a little bit at a time, poisoning body, mind and heart. Some of the most
trivial, mundane things feed it…give it the consuming power. Like an ink drop from the
well on paper…it spreads and grows. With each added drop, the spot grows bigger, darker,
wet, and more vulnerable. Where is the cure? Is it in a pill, a treatment, a study,
therapy, in the opinion of a doctor in the top of his field? Have you ever been so
desperate for a cure to something that seems impossibly incurable? So desperate that you
would give anything to be free…or does it even exist?

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