I walked into the darkened room, a casket lies in the middle of the room. The casket contains a symbol of how my disease is killing me. I was filled with rage and hopelessness, I yearned for death daily. I had felt nothing but despair for years and was to much a coward to kill myself. The woman sitting next to me was grey in color, her eyes filled with broken blood vessels, her nose running. Pain emanated from her like the screech of a subway car cornering, loud and painful to fe...