I have LPR.
It’s a horrid disease and incurable to say the least. Those with LPR have the pleasure of experiencing various, horrible, painful symptoms in their heads and throats. There is no cure. Doctors refuse to acknowledge its existence. The only one who does – a specialist – says having LPR is like having the ‘VIP pass’ to throat cancer.Guaranteed. The stomach enzyme pepsin is to blame for both LPR and fatal throat cancer. Proven.
And I have LPR. Proven. Therefore I am almost guaranteed to experience cancer, which will kill me. Painfully…
And even if I don’t, I will have to suffer for my whole life, desperately trying to fight a disease that has already won. Even alkaline water makes my throat burn like a hellfire; starving myself is the only way I can prevent symptoms. The stress myth is nonsense; If simple stress could cause a disease like this then why are my symptoms never broigught on from simply being afraid of them? Foolish, naive nonsense from people who don’t appreciate how much I suffer.
My family hate me for it. Even though my own mother has survived breast cancer, she can’t see fit to believe in me. To top it off I’m a socially awkward gay with no job, friends or respect – no wonder nobody would miss me. Maybe I should starve myself? That would be a fitting end, and maybe people would finally believe me when LPR has its way and takes my life once and for all. I wanted to go on – I used to have a goal in life and the love yo follow it tjrough – but LPR has taken it all from me. I have nothing left except for a single cure.
It’s called death, also known as “putting an end to my suffering forever.”