Posts by Sarah James60

Who would you say is the premier specialist here in Miami?

rustymason82 said:Whenever I schedule an appointment with a pulmonologist, I always stick with the same specialist I’ve been seeing for years... when I call to book, the receptionist always asks which doctor I’m looking for. So, if you make sure to explicitly state that you want to see a specific physician when you call, it shouldn't be an issue at all.

Thanks!

Greetings,

Is it actually feasible to consistently request the exact same specialist—whether it be a neurologist, a physiatrist, an orthopedic surgeon, and so on...
And perhaps someone could offer me a bit of guidance on how one might go about ensuring they are always seeing the same provider!

Thank you!

Tomorrow, I am scheduled to visit the physical therapy department at Mayo Clinic, though I find myself somewhat lost regarding its exact location within the complex.
If someone might be so kind as to point me in the right direction, I would be most grateful. Thank you.

Well, it seems I’ve finally reached the four-year mark without anyone bothering to address my inquiry
Is there perhaps a club in a city like Chicago where one might find the opportunity to
engage in some sort of tabletop or social gaming on a daily basis?

Much appreciated!

Nathan Moore45 said:Does anyone know where I can find a spot to sit down for a game of poker, maybe some blackjack, or even just some classic dominoes, while potentially picking up a few new games along the way?

I was wondering if anyone has any intel on the poker club over at Madison Square Garden—specifically regarding the various Texas Hold'em formats they offer and what kind of minimum buy-in I should be prepared for.

Thanks!

Note: For those 25 and older.

Where exactly can one find those social clubs where it's possible to sit down for a game of cards—whether it's something classic like Gin Rummy, Yahtzee, or even a spirited round of Dominoes—and perhaps pick up a few new games along the way?

Does anyone happen to have any insight regarding the poker club over at Madison Square Garden? I am specifically interested in knowing if they host various iterations of Texas Hold'em, and if so, what the minimum buy-in entails for such an evening.

Much appreciated!

I find myself wondering about their specific lending processes—how much actual security can one truly expect from these credit unions?
As someone currently without employment, my only steady income is my $417 monthly disability benefit
. Given that context, I am struggling to determine if pursuing this is even a rational move.
Standard banks won't touch a loan application given my current financial standing.
The internet is absolutely flooded with endless links promising loans specifically for the unemployed,
but frankly, most of those ads feel incredibly dubious and hard to take at face value.

Thank you!

Look, I realize this probably isn't the most appropriate forum for this particular inquiry, but I find myself in need of some assistance:

Where might one go to purchase a bottle like this in San Francisco,
specifically one equipped with that vacuum-insulated extension designed to keep liquids chilled?
Furthermore, I can't help but wonder if these bottles actually manage to maintain a cold temperature, or if it's all just clever marketing theater.



Much obliged!

Greetings,

Through my non-profit organization, I previously employed an individual via the state employment office to serve as my personal assistant under a six-month public works contract.
That contract concluded back in April 2011. To provide some context, I live with a disability that requires assistance with mobility,
though I don't rely on any specialized medical equipment or assistive devices. That said, I would find a male assistant to be a much better fit for my needs.
Ideally, I am looking for someone highly responsible, perhaps in the 25-to-35 age range, but since everyone is currently registered through the local workforce agency,
it seems no one actually wants to take on this kind of work. It is quite a disheartening reality to face.

Is there any woman here within that 25-to-35 age bracket who might be interested in working as a personal assistant to help me navigate trips into town? The role requires 160 hours per month.
Compensation will be $0.67 plus travel expenses. Having a car would be a significant advantage, though it isn't strictly mandatory.

Thank you.

I haven't come across a dedicated space for Red Cross initiatives yet,
so I was wondering if a forum of that nature might be established here.

Much appreciated

Angela Wright said:I still hold onto the belief that anything is possible, including the hope that you might one day feel whole and healthy again. My perspective isn't just empty optimism; it’s actually rooted in what I know about a specific study regarding treatments for brain tumors. It involves morphogenetic proteins that essentially coax malignant nerve cells into becoming healthy ones. This is relevant to your situation because, unlike malignant cells, healthy nerve cells don't proliferate uncontrollably. What is it that drives malignant nerve cells toward division while benign ones remain stable? In your case, there may come a time when a cellular process is triggered, and once those lost connections between your nerve cells are finally re-established, that entire mechanism could be redirected by morphogenetic proteins toward a benign outcome.
Of course, we have to acknowledge that this is all still in the *in vitro* testing phase, but I truly believe that in the future, even paralysis will be something we can treat.

Accept yourself exactly as you are right now and try to make the most of the life you have. You possess every prerequisite necessary to be a happy person in this world. Believe me, I know people who are physically perfect but aren't nearly as happy as you could be. We all carry our own inner strength and the seeds of happiness within us. Don't let anyone or anything hold you back. If you want to go out, then go! I am certain you have friends who would step up to lend a hand whenever you lose your balance.

Unfortunately, I have no one. I still live with my mother and father, and I’m an only child. They won't leave me in anyone else's care because they are simply terrified. Even though I'm 27 years old, I don't have a girlfriend; everything feels out of reach. You tell me to utilize my potential, but I don't have any opportunities to grasp, let alone realize them. My therapist tells me that people with disabilities like mine have wives, children, drive cars, and go wherever they please. But the reality is that I am completely dependent on my parents—especially my father, who restricts me constantly because he’s afraid I’ll fall. He worries that if I fall, I’ll break a bone and end up back at square one. I can walk a little on my own if I'm careful; since I lack spatial awareness due to my vision issues, I rely heavily on my right hand to steady myself. But according to my father, he’ll have to be right behind me for the rest of his life, wherever I go, and he says we just have to accept that. I simply can't endure this sense of isolation and the endless restrictions being forced upon me anymore.

Jonathan Doyle55 said:I feel compelled to weigh in and support the discussion regarding IP6, primarily because I witnessed its impact firsthand when my father was taking it during his chemotherapy sessions. It was quite noticeable; he had significantly more energy, a much better appetite, and he seemed to handle the nausea far more effectively than expected. Now, let me be absolutely clear: IP6 IS NOT A CURE. Please, do not delude yourselves—a definitive cure for the vast majority of cancers simply hasn't been discovered yet. However, in our specific situation, it played a vital role in objectively improving his overall quality of life. What Grace Grant10 is saying is absolutely true.👍

This actually brings to mind something else entirely.
In the early stages of my vulnerability—if you'll allow me to phrase it that way—I was taking dexamethasone. I believe that's the correct spelling. Honestly, damn the day I first took it; it seemed to work wonders for one thing while simultaneously making everything else worse. Initially, I was receiving it via daily injections.
He was attempting to reduce my intracranial pressure through some sort of procedure involving the base of the skull, but the results were quite unpredictable. I found myself becoming significantly bloated—swelling up, really—and despite having an insatiable appetite, none of the vitamins I was taking seemed to make even the slightest dent in how I felt. It was as if they simply had no effect at all.
I endured those injections for such an incredibly long stretch that, quite frankly, my backside ended up looking like a block of Swiss cheese. Eventually, I transitioned to injecting into my thighs before finally moving on to oral dexamethasone tablets. While that medication certainly did the trick in mitigating the constant headaches and bouts of nausea, it was a double-edged sword, to say the least. On the flip side, it left me dealing with osteoporosis and a fair amount of stretch marks caused by the bloating and weight gain. I was taking it every single day, though I honestly can't recall exactly how long that cycle lasted.

Jonathan Doyle55 said:Bravo! Honestly, you should join the Jedro Association. You’ve truly moved me, and frankly, I feel a sense of shame for my own foolishness; seeing how people like you maintain such strength and an unyielding will to live after everything you've endured makes my own struggles seem trivial. I sincerely hope you enjoy a long, beautiful, and fulfilling life, and perhaps some upcoming medical breakthroughs will finally provide the relief you deserve...👍 👍

Even now, things aren't easy for me; there are moments when I feel I might lose my mind, and I find myself muttering
things to myself that I probably shouldn't, especially since I still struggle with one eye.
My balance isn't quite right, and every single time I stand up from my chair to walk through the house, my dogs immediately start jumping and racing around me—that is what irritates me most.
And when I remember my doctor telling me, "That right eye is never going to open," it
drives me absolutely mad. Every single day, I search for information about my condition, hunting for solutions that don't seem to exist. I am desperately looking for a way to restore my right eye, because with that damaged nerve, I need to get the eye back into its proper position; I can see out of that right eye, but because it has drifted entirely to the side, my vision is just a blur. When all of this piles up on top of me, I feel like I'm going to explode, like I just want to vanish.

Greetings to my fellow forum members,

Prompted by the various life stories shared here, I have decided to recount my own journey.

My name is Eddie, born on September 11, 1981. When I first started school back in '86 or '87,
I was about seven years old, and while most weeks would pass without incident, every Friday I would be struck by nausea, headaches, and dizziness,
often resulting in vomiting. I underwent numerous tests, yet none could pinpoint the underlying cause
of these issues. Even a CT scan failed to reveal anything. It wasn't until later, when I was in the fifth grade,
that I traveled to New York City for an MRI, which finally detected a small tumor on my brainstem.
Because of this tumor, which obstructed the flow of cerebrospinal fluid, I suffered from intense intracranial pressure,
leading to constant vomiting, debilitating headaches, and vertigo.
They performed a shunt placement. However, toward the end of my elementary schooling, the tumor began to grow aggressively,
disrupting everything in my life, though I did manage to finish my primary education.
When I transitioned to middle school, I began falling frequently on my way to class,
which ultimately forced me to withdraw at the mid-year mark. I was prescribed various medications, though the specifics have slipped my mind over the years.
The tumor was deemed inoperable at the time. For reasons I still don't quite grasp, they had removed the shunt.
I endured chemotherapy and radiation, and when I found myself teetering on the very edge of survival, one doctor
mustered his resolve and told me, "We can't continue like this; we have to attempt surgery, there is no other way."

Following the surgery, I ended up in a wheelchair, roughly 90% disabled; my left side was paralyzed,
and my right eye remained closed due to nerve damage. That all took place back in '98.
I have been receiving physical therapy at home for over ten years now, and my condition has improved somewhat.
I am able to walk slowly, provided I can steady myself using my right hand on a handrail.
My balance remains poor because I am limited to vision from only one eye. I spent ten years confined to my home,
essentially 24/7, as my parents were hesitant to let me go anywhere. Now, for the third year running, I have begun attending
the Slava Raskaj facility in Miami, and I am also a member of the Heart Association for people with cerebral
palsy. While these activities occupy part of my day, I still find myself deeply missing the freedom of going out.