I've already told the wife that I am going to fight the fight even [and especially] if it means dying for it. We are virtually penniless, broken and alone. At this point our lives are what's left to lose. I always knew this was coming but truly believed we would have already passed on. Now we're old and struggling. Not a happy scenario. We are blessed and thankful to have our rescue dogs. It keeps us going.
Godspeed to all others that struggle.