Willpower

In 2019, reaching a privileged age (pensioner) I was all ready to travel again and see friends I had not seen in decades. But I met a lively old spirit in a wheelchair who asked my help to escape from a hip-rehab clinic, from abuse which at first I could not believe. She'd been misdiagnosed, neglected, double handicapped, barred from all contacts and labeled crazy, incurable, contagious. I thought it'll take years to set her free. But after some custom-remedies she unleashed an explosive willpower and practiced day and night on the tools I gave her in contravention of clinical nontherapy. Two months later she left, still fragile but on foot. At home she blossomed, she gradually regained full autonomy in about a year. I helped her quell traumatic fears and over time relieved her from epilepsy (2021) replacing debilitating drugs with diet. Happy and alive she was, every day. It was extraordinary and educational. I felt blessed to be able to research and remedy every obstacle. Her delightful praise and poetry was NeverEnding. It kept me going likewise until autonomy. Summer 2021 however a tragic prescription error (vit B6) painfully severed her nerves / leg. Gone was the autonomy, back in the wheelchair. But her outdated 2019 misdiagnoses still in dossier barred proper care, and sprung futile trials to force a useless clinical re-entry, recreating a solved problem just to fit a toxic dossier. This kept interfering with recovery, keeping her awake as if Hell was next door. This bureaucracy would not stop and pulled tricks. So we knew this would kill her this time around. Without acces to reliable care, barred from specialist, fysio and househelp, she became reliant on my assistance 24/7. The free bird had landed and gradually lost strength from pain. By registring us as partners she narrowly averted a medical re-'incarceration', and (proven) deleterious treatment, while false charges and futile medical investigations were fired nonstop for two years. Suddenly, after two courtcases fought woth four attorneys, at last my continuous correspondence with authorities paid off! The toxic dossiers were then sanitized end of '22 by Amsterdam's Medical Authority, they repaired the error they had owned and multiplied. We were delighted. The advent of normality made us look forward to recovery and a break from this continuous punishment, a crazy epoch. Holidays? Wonderful. But a year and a half of (her) pain and our stress had worn us out. Suzan died Nov '22, suddenly of the effects of this the ordeal. A coup de grace, but long before her time. Now that it is done, still half the whole I found intact, I am adjusting. Picking up the pieces - still recovering