My diagnosis was changed from RR to progressive last week. My wheelchair evaluation is on my 39th birthday. My mom, who I live with, is trying to drink herself to death. Her Drizzly account is shut off, and when I wouldn't go to the liquor store for her, she threatened to throw me out of her house. I want my birthday, literally any one of them, to be a fun day. Yet every year the disappointment of larger than the last. I'm not excited about getting a wheelchair. I'm not happy about losing my legs, or my hands. I've had it.