I would slump into a deep depression for like a month. Then that little glimmer of hope would return, like it always does. And I would continue to search for alternatives to my problems, by researching, talking to others in the same situation. Then I'd find something I'd never heard of, but decided to give it just one more try anyway. And I would succeed this time. This is exactly what actually happened to me when I found my "miracle". What if I had never tried "just one more time"? In a world of unending healing therapies being created, constantly, it's not a matter of find the cure, only a matter of when. With perseverance, of course.