My son has been followed by a University Liver Transplant Clinic since he was 20. He has Hepatitis B which he acquired at birth. We learned of it when he was 20. He just called to tell me what a Fxxk up he was. I waited. He told me that he had been terminated as a patient. They went as far as they could for him. He missed 4 appointments. And on his last appointment, he did not go because it was the day he expected worldwide calamities to occur. He calls and acts like the victim. Do I think they will ever change their mind? I am sick. I did everything I could think of to prevail on him to hold as important that connection. I responded, what is it that you want me to say or do J, that I have not? He said goodbye and hung up. He called back a few minutes later. Well, now you won't want to talk to me again for 4 months or so. What a martyr. I answered, I don't know what you want to hear from me. Today I went to the liver foundation to find support for myself, because I have a child who does not care for his health. I saw how sick the people are and how much they yearn for treatment. I forced myself to ask for help, knowing that there is a strong chance I will have to care for you as you weaken. And there is nothing I can do. What do you want from me? You are an adult. You determine your treatment. I get that. But you could have protected the relationship with the University Clinic. You chose not to. At the very least you could have protected me. You knew how important it was to me. This is personal. You could not find it in you to do that one thing, knowing how I felt, knowing how much I worry. You could not find the love for me, to do that one thing. How much hatred you must have for me. To not do that one thing. I am devastated. I do not want to talk to him or see him again. There has to be a a line drawn where a mother can say no more. I do not want to go down this road with you any more. I am there. I am sick at heart.