That's going to be on my tombstone! But then, I'm fearless. My beloved daughter in law is ill and the doctors are like the Uvalde cops, standing around wondering what to do. One of them is my favorite guy, so I decided to help him out. I read my daughter's lab reports on blood, urine, etc. and wasn't impressed. She's in serious pain, I thought and thought then researched what I thought was her problem to the letter it matched 500,000 women annually! So what did I do? Of course, I didn't open my mouth. I sent my favorite guy an email (he's one of the ones standing around). I sent him a copy of a lengthy report from a serious clinic regarding her problem and now I'm waiting for him to either call me on the phone and melt my phone or ring my doorbell and kiss me on the ear! I'll report back later. Please remember, I am a serious very successful research writer of grants and anything else I think of. Nan