My mind says I am 25 but my body says I am 80! I am actually 54, but I let my own life slip away while I took care of everyone else in and around my life. I have not had a pain free day since I was in my mid-twenties. I cannot carry the weight that hangs in front of my body anymore. It is rapidly dragging my toward my grave. I am on Medicade and SSI disability so no doctors will take the amount they would pay for surgeries I need to rid myself of this burden. What my dream is for now is to find a reliable doctor willing to remove this disgusting deathsack, like the doctors did on my ungodly huge breasts when I was 39. This request is not about vanity because I could care less about scars or skinny...I just want a chance to live even though I have noone left in my life to live for. I must be crazy, can ya fix that , too? Oh well.