Hello Papa Paol, OK... I've posted several places here and am a newcomer but if you want to get generally aquainted, feel free to look my stuff up. Start there. My ADD (I'm inattentive, not hyper type) is worse (or is it LC brainfog? And who's to say?) with LC.

I learned, when I was a young whippersnapper about your age, that my hope wasn't in my hopeless situation much like yours. I'd lost everything, marriage, kids, barely scraping by, expecting to die in six months to maybe two years. I was a wretched mess, to quote the late Milfrod Poltroon. I saw the end coming fairly soon and I had little left to give, and not much means to take and stay alive. So one night, thinking it over I gave whatever I had left - and it wasn't much - to God, and asked Him to do with it what He willed.

That was about 25 years ago. I'm now in my 84th winter, and God has given me a beautiful, Godly wife, brought the daughter I never had and her six kids into my life, given me purpose (all Him - not me striving for it)

Life with LC is a debilitating pain in the butt and I chafe at the bit longing for the day that I'll be restored to enough function to do more.

But I'll wait it out, watch, and pray - and sing His praises right in the face of the enemy (who plants seeds, darts in the side, and harpoons us with misery) and keep pressing on, as Paul says in Phillipians, and like Job, regardless what I'm reduced to, never ceasing to trust and love Him.

You do the same. I pray right now as I type for Him to sustain you and bless you.