Kudos to Kasendorf! To make a long story short, I climbed the Southern California neurologist tree only to be sentenced ten years ago in a Loma Linda University room paneled with a retinue of this discipline with the blunt diagnosis of something called peripheral neuropathy and the frightening prognosis that no more than half of sufferers find relief. Peripheral what? What the f*ck is neuropathy? Well, after five years of the inexorable loss of my tactile sense and its replacement by the overwhelming, continuous pain of swelling and numbness insidiously creeping up all my limbs—from toes and fingers to hands and feet, I truly was f*cked by a malady that is to the sense of touch what blindness is to sight or deafness is to hearing.
Over the course of the first ten--yes 10!—years of my life sentence of eternal pain, neurologists and anesthesiologists from the California Desert Cities to San Diego told me (copay after copay) that if neurontin, lyrica, cymbalta, savella, acupuncture, cold laser therapy, and Mayan shamans don't do the job, the only options left are monthly prescriptions of narcotics and urine samples that result in increasing tolerance and dangerous dosages of the likes of fentanyl, percoset, methadone, oxycodone. And over the course of that same period, I degenerated from an active, trim, healthy Golds Gym bodybuilder to a grayed-out, overweight, crippled curmudgeon whose only companion was an adjustable quadcane!
Well, last Thursday, June 11, 2015, everything radically and suddenly changed at the initial appointment with Dr. Kasendorf who asserted that, in fact, other alternative therapies both medicinally and surgically are available including nerve blocks, lidocane infusions, mexiletine, and, finally, horizant (gabopentin)—a month’s supply of samples the good doctor provided me forthwith. Consequently, by the time I arrived home from his office, I was in a state of thanksgiving that the explosive agonizing foot pain that has destroyed my social and professional life was substantially assuaged, if not lifted. Imagine what it's like to be able to walk only with support due to unrelieved and excruciating pain for five—yes, 5—unbroken years, and then, after a one hour drive home through SD’s rush hour traffic, you’re able to throw away not only your quadcane, but your blue DMV disability placard as well! Unless there’s some unforeseeable drug tolerance level to horizant, Dr. Kasendorf has not only changed my life, but the lives of everyone I know—sufferers and non-sufferers alike! Again: Kudos to Kasendorf! I’m sorry to see the single star ratings, but perhaps a little more patient patience would have surely brightened a cluster’s luster!
That said, there are some considerable copays and expenses over that same 10-year period of gratuitous suffering from which equity will demand more than a few refunds!