I haven't even told my wife because she will not take the news well. I have gone through over three weeks of invasive tests. Some positive. Some negative. It's been a seesaw of emotions. But the night before Thanksgiving I got the call with the results from the big test. My doctor tried his best to maintain professional decor, but he is also a friend so he lost it halfway through. He said my octopoda test was positive, which explains the falling doomer hormone numbers. So yeah, my winning gland has obviously reached complete failure. There is a treatment plan and I must thank VSG for prompting me to get tested because I have hope in nimbly navigating this disease. I thought I was strong, but he said I would get tired of winning and I did. Prayers pedes so I can rejoin the fight.