I started this journey in July 2019 with so much hope. I thought we had caught it early enough and I was going to be okay. Now I'm told it's non-curable and life limiting. Looks like I'll be lucky if I have a few more years and those years are probably going to be filled with one treatment after another. I'm on my own, have a high pressure job and I don't know if I can do this. I'm so scared of what the next few years are going to be like. The deterioration, the needles, the pills, the fear. I don't know if it's worth it. My head is spinning.