We all have our own issues, yes. Whoever wants to write about those issues, more power to them. This is my blog, my place to vent, and if I want to write about my personal issues, I will. I am not forcing anyone to read it.

As for people helping me, if you only understood what I have been trying to get acrossed. This is America. The people here do not always help other Americans. They expect the government to help the person. After all, that is why they pay taxes and most people think they pay too many taxes as it is. People here in the U.S. do not raise funds for medical. Most of the people raising funds, have a 501C tax exempt number. The only way to get one of these is to become an organization, a church, or chariety. If you are not 501C, any money you raise or have in the bank, is money that you have3 to pay taxes on when tax time rolls around. There are PR agents, and marketing specialists that are employeed at foundations and charieties. Their only purpose is to raise more money for the foundation. Then, the foundation provides services or products to the people who have become3 their clientsProblem is, there are no foundations to help me.See my precdicament?

And just so that you are aware, the denifinition of sympathy is to fererl pity. I just would limke people t o understand, not feel sorry for me If they understood what this condition is doing to me, then they would be educated and/or help someone like this in the future. Life is rough, but I’ll make it. I want my determination to pay off and help someone if possible though.

If it’s rude and insensitive as you say, that’s just too darn bad that you do not understand WHY I said it.

Call it venting, but her blog to me and to others I am sure, sounds very much like WHINING and thus, is very off-putting.

Again, if my comments are not wanted here, I shall very happy to walk away.

I cannot comprehend what Holly has and is going through, but again, we all have our issues as I am sure you do too.

WHO is to determine the severity? NO ONE.

I am not saying what I said without merit.

Again, we’ve all got our own issues.

For the record, I’ve almost become a quadriplegic and neared death in 2007. I still live with many disabilities because of a damaged spine.

I have nf 2 and am hard-of-hearing too.

Does that qualify me to be in your shoes? No.

Is my situation more or less deprived than yours? I can’t say.

However, I do know that life is difficult for us.

The reason why I commented was to give you a kick in the butt because well, I simply care and do not wish to see you go down a miserable spiral. That is what inevitably happens when you whine.

If you do not want my advice, please delete all my comments immediately and I shall not comment again.

For all you know, the probable reason why people don’t help you as much as they could is for this very reason.

Until you are in Holly’s situation, a young woman and mother in the prime of her life unable to communicate with your young son and cut off from so much of the world, you really can’t sit there and call her a whiner. I would be so scared if I was in Holly’s position and I honestly think she is so brave. Writing entries in this blog is her outlet and it helps her to cope.

You are incredibly rude and insensitive and should be ashamed of yourself for making such comments. Have a little compassion.

I am not sure the word blind is meaning anything. I can’t drive a car. I can’t go in unfamiliar places with my wheelchair. Things I can do? I can read, and I love doing it. B at if all I talked about on here was books, I’m sure you would get bored with that as well.

Right now I am in a transition period. I got for many hours at a time not talking or touching a single person. Although I love my son, I can’t e en communicate with him. Call it whining if you want. But I call it stating a fact. This is what NF2 has done to me, and yes it has taken many things from me. I am currently working on stopping or shrinking the tumors, but I’ll never get back what was lost because of nerve damage. Until you live a few days in my shoes, you have no room to talk.