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These handles for people who don't even have a Channel are kind of creepy. Is this another thing that Edward Snowden warned us about

hi. i hope you have a great day! are you good? are you completely cured?

@@Bestname_Ever (beware, long reply!)…good morning!!, thank you for your kind reply, unfortunately, because of my past medical problems, my health will continually deteriorate. I was diagnosed with Crohn’s when I was only 20, although I know I’ve had it all my life, I was just too afraid to tell anybody, due to the nature of the disease, it’s very uncomfortable and often embarrassing to talk about, and I waited too long. I kick myself for not seeking treatment sooner, because I probably could have avoided everything I went through. By the time I was diagnosed, I was already too far gone, I was hospitalized for most of that first year shortly after my diagnosis, and when I was 21 my entire large intestine ruptured. Thankfully, I was in the hospital when it happened receiving intervenous therapy because I couldn’t keep any food down or anything else. By the time I got to the OR I was flatline for three minutes. They brought me back, and that began a journey that I am still on to this very day now that I am 54 years old. To make a very long story short, I’ve had 37 brutal G.I. surgeries removing over 95% of my entire G.I. tract, leaving me almost completely, unable to absorb, any nutrients or fluid, and now have what is referred to as short bowel syndrome. Last August my family, and I took a road trip to the East Coast of United States, and I was in agony, unbeknownst to me. I was in renal failure. I didn’t know it, but my body can no longer absorb enough fluid to keep me alive, I had to take a flight home, leaving my family in Manhattan, I didn’t want to destroy or ruin their vacation. I had no idea it was life-threatening. I was hospitalized for three weeks, and it wasn’t until October 27th that I was officially diagnosed with acute chronic kidney disease. I was given a PICC line, a.k.a., a permanent IV line, because I have to do saline infusions at home every single day for the rest of my life to keep me alive. If I don’t do it, the doctors told me I would be dead in less than a few weeks. Since then I have also been forced to start, TPN, a.k.a., intravenous nutrition. It’s enough to keep you alive, but just barely. Bottom line is my body can no longer absorb anything I take in orally, so I can’t eat anymore, and according to every doctor I’ve spoken to my lifespan has been greatly decreased. However, I’ve heard that before. My cancer came back four times, each time I had less than a 5% chance of survival, and each time I survived against all odds, and defying all medical explanations. So I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. It’s been a bumpy road, but I’m very stubborn, after everything I’ve been through I refuse to let this thing take me, so I do everything I can to stay as healthy as possible. I know the reality is my internal organs are shutting down one by one, and there is literally nothing they can do to stop it. I’m on the waiting list for an intestinal transplant, but because I have the rarest blood type, finding a match will be very difficult, but not impossible. So I hold out hope that they will be able to find a match to save my life, my only reservation is knowing that somebody else has to pass away in order for me to survive, and it really messes with my mind. So often I don’t feel worthy, I put my loved ones through hell and back, they have sacrificed everything for me, but because I’ve been so sick I haven’t been able to repay them for everything they’ve done for me, so for the moment, I’m just praying to God, literally, that a suitable donor can be found, so I can regain the health, I so desperately miss, and so I can start living again, and gift back to all those who gave to me over the past 34 years of my life. In total, I have 11 chronic diseases that were all side effects from the treatments for the Crohn’s and the cancer, it’s not easy, but, like anything else you get used to it. Occasionally, I’ll throw a little temper tantrum, stomp, my feet, scream “why me?“, And then move on. I’d be lying if I said, it was easy, it’s been the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to face in my life, yet deep down, I remain optimistic. If my illnesses have taught me anything, it’s that no matter how bad things get, something always seems to come along at the last second to pick me back up again, and allow me to keep fighting. I am a man of deep, faith, and a credit God for a lot of the reasons why I’m still here. I realize not everyone believes that, and I completely respect that, but whatever the reason, I am a truly grateful man, because by all medical knowledge, I should have been dead four times already. All I can say is, don’t take anything for granted, like most people do, people have no idea how lucky they are. If they’re healthy, money doesn’t matter, yet our entire society seems to be focussed on exactly that, if only they could go through everything I’ve been through. They will quickly realize that it means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things, love, compassion, And being healthy are the biggest things you could possibly ever be grateful for. My apologies for rambling on, but it’s been a rough couple of months, and sometimes just talking out loud like this is therapeutic for me, and helps me cope with everything I have to go through on a daily basis. I’m just so thankful to live in a place with universal healthcare, I feel so sorry for people in other countries that don’t have access to the proper medical care. Having access to exactly that is not a privilege, but a right, yet millions of people all over the world are dying, because I live in places with so much poverty and corruption, they haven’t the privilege I have, so, while my life might not be perfect, I do have a lot to be thankful for, you would not believe some of the stories I have heard from people all over the world on one of the several online support groups that I run. It’s heartbreaking, why do I get to live just because of geographical location, when somebody who is just as sick or sicker, dies just because they live in an area that doesn’t have access to the same healthcare I have access to? That’s one thing I’ve struggled with more than anything else, there are times I feel so guilty and so sad every time I hear of another person dying from the same thing that I survived simply because I live in Canada. As a society, we need to do better, much much better. Everyone in the world deserves the rights that we in the wealth of nations take for granted. But that’s a different topic altogether, the main point is perspective, that keeps me grounded, and is a constant reminder that no matter how bad things may seem, I am still incredibly lucky compared to so many other people who are equally deserving if not more than I, simply, because of where they live. It’s a shame we couldn’t have a one world government, but not the one everyone hears about that’s controlled by the wealthiest people on the planet, but one controlled by compassion, and all the best qualities of humanity. If we could accomplish that, there would be no need for heaven, because we would already be in it. Sadly, because of unimaginable, greed, elitism, heat, selfishness, and cruelty, humanity, never learns from its mistakes. What kills me the most is that one or two people, specifically Jeff Bezos and Elon musk could literally eliminate poverty overnight across the entire planet, and allow everybody on this world to have the exact same things that we all get to enjoy here in the wealth of nations. I know I am treading on a completely different topic altogether, but it’s one inevitably linked to my, and millions more like me, situations, that desperately deserve immediate attention and help. Why do we allow a small handful of these incredibly greedy people to hold all the cards, so to speak, allowing everybody else to suffer, unimaginable pain? Believe it or not these are the things that keep me awake at night, aside from the pain, I can’t shut my brain off, because every day I talk to people, online from all over the world who are desperate for the same medical treatment I can walk into any hospital and get for free. Anyways, my friend, again, my apologies for rambling on, I’m just thinking out loud, thank you again for your kind words and your concern, I pray, with every fibre of my being that no one else has to experience what I’ve gone through, but if they do, I am always here for them to talk to. If anyone reading this needs help, or just someone to talk to who can relate, I’m here. All the best, take care, and God bless.

@@Paranormalin416 i don't believe in miracles, but i will pray for you. what you have faced is very challenging and requires the bravest of heart. i feel like i can understand what my granddad goes through, albeit, from someone completely unrelated. but i want to tell you this as well. you are not a burden or a problem, at least in my opinion. you are someone's family, inspiration, and idol. i was too young to tell him back then. and much too naive and selfish to understand the situation maturely. your family must be proud of you. thank you for replying. and i wish you the best.