I just cannot take this illness any more. I think I picked up whatever "this" is, from a blood transfusion in 1995. I toughed it out and was able to work until 2005, when I went on disability. I am so tired of fighting - my disability ins. company has reclassified me as depressed and anxious - mental illnesses - so that they can cut my benefits after 2 years. I had a hearing with Social Security in 2008 and lost. Filed a new claim and am waiting for my second go-round. I'm getting worse, physically and mentally. I used to do the dishes and laundry on my good days. Now I don't have good days. My husband works full time, takes care of me and all the household chores with never a complaint. I feel very undeserving of his love and devotion. I have grandchildren I rarely get to see, I miss their school events, holidays, etc. For the most part, no one understands. I guess I don't "look" sick, whatever that means... Any suggestions?