I tried and tried to treat my "wound", but I don't have the resources I need to cure it. And I hate like hell that this is true. It doesn't work right, so I limp around. Sad and stressed. In trying to force help, I've hit a dead end. No one else can help, so I figure it must have been up to me. I felt it was my responsibility, but the limb wont accept any help and continues to be a burden. The best advice I've probably been given, and the hardest advice I've ever had to take, was to cut it off so that I can live.